The land is a broken body ignored like every other body on the nightly news. Unseasonable warmth rips the snow that clothes her to dirty yellow shreds leaving her soil-brown skin raw, exposed, and rotting in plain sight, but way out of mind. No one notices the tiny signs of life sprouting from her battered wounds or…
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