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The old language
says the apple
is the old apple
it gave her
the dance floor
she needed, all
those vocabularies. . .
They pile the barley in stacks and the unspoken halves / are greater. The season is an ongoing industry now . . .
I know this dream like the lines of my hand: a spark, unplanned.
A new short story by Eugene Lim.
Britain claps for nurses while capping their pay.
The quest to privatize clinical labs threatens public health.