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Pages of azure ink. And the man on the waves, feeling his way through the winter, slipping passively beneath the waves, an afterimage in his wake, a woman’s shoulder, belly, breast, the small of her back, the lines tapering to become a mere stroke of the pen, a thread of ink on the thigh, and on the thigh a long, fine
carved with a brush
on the scales of a fish.
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Every day homesickness grew in us. Sometimes it was even pleasant, like being in gentle slightly intoxicating company.
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The problem with most food writing is that it is too much about ingredients and not enough about appetite.
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