How griefpummels us sharp,breaks upon us to shapethe faces we give the world,the languages we speak in secret.Here, far above the water linepines congregate and meet the ocean.Landscape climaxes against the crash of water.The white walls strikethis fawn height.
-Michelle Peñaloza
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