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The exterior is thick with humidity, damp with rain, and I’ll never experience fever like this again. My body is being taken (through the wind of a thousand hurricanes) to a building with no climate; I will be my own meteorologist, forecasting eroded rocks and failures, and seldom I might discover a window to peer out of. Squinting, I could catch the stories – those of capability, disability, and susceptibility – my willowed reflection screams. And, though I will always have my wrinkled palms, they will never hold the weather.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
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The exterior is thick with humidity, damp with rain, and I’ll never experience fever like this again. My body is being taken (through the wind of a thousand hurricanes) to a building with no climate; I will be my own meteorologist, forecasting eroded rocks and failures, and seldom I might discover a window to peer out of. Squinting, I could catch the stories – those of capability, disability, and susceptibility – my willowed reflection screams. And, though I will always have my wrinkled palms, they will never hold the weather.
sarina
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
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