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Short Fiction
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C. CLOUDBURRY
Nowhere at once
NOWHERE AT ONCE
The ones I know scroll through a feed,
images of other places
The space in front of us collapsed in 3 x 4
the moment and body unoccupied
A strained neck and quickly moving fingers
Punch glass in black and white
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