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THE YEAR MY SISTER WAS AN OTTOMAN Erica Bernheim
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We can pretend many bad things aren't happening. collection of them coming: birds who fly faster reflections of trees, promises of light and company, to the wing outlines and introduced her to the couch. its own ex-inhibition in the forms of blocks of neon, is the one my sister tells of waking up and not
__ After almost ten years of living here, I'm becoming a person who writes about Florida, and I'm taking my family with me. |