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Signposts at the crossroads point in all directions like skeletal fingers like ghosts moving across a tundra of white like thin skin that you see through like rice paper held against the sun like your hand that shows veins that run like tributaries into the delta on your metacarpus flecked with freckles where small hairs stand on end.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
metacarpus
Signposts at the crossroads point in all directions like skeletal fingers like ghosts moving across a tundra of white like thin skin that you see through like rice paper held against the sun like your hand that shows veins that run like tributaries into the delta on your metacarpus flecked with freckles where small hairs stand on end.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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