“Haibun” by Malik Thompson
A carpet of moss exhales inside an abandoned temple. A lone figure scrapes grime from a row of...
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A carpet of moss exhales inside an abandoned temple. A lone figure scrapes grime from a row of...
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There’s a feeling of inevitability about trains—a stubbornness in the way a train moves along its track without deviation.
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