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Sunday morning, August 6, 2000 I dreamed that I found a freshly flayed body in cold running water, a river. It was unconscious but still living, barely alive. It was me, the remains of who I used to be, almost gone now. We hauled the body out of the river, where it had lodged between the rocks. And buried it in the damp green forest. |
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A Freshly Flayed Body, 2000 |