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She couldn’t decide whether or not she liked its dramatic thrust, splayed like opened ribs, like knives, cutting the air. It made her feel she’d been away too long, as if she would have understood this architecture had she not disappeared to the desert all those years. Or maybe it wasn’t understanding she was missing — maybe the structure served as a reminder that so much time had passed, and that was all. 

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August 15, 2024
Mercury Retrograde
Hudson Valley, New York

ribs @ Holly Troy 2022