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human debris

Posted on | September 25, 2017 | No Comments

We sat in the open attic until the sky brightened from a sick orange to a clean white gray. We sat in the open attic until the water, which had milled like a boiling soup beneath us, receded inch by inch, back into the woods…. We were a pile of wet, cold branches, human debris in the middle of all of the rest of it.

Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones

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