that was when the people realized there had to be something after giving up, because there were no more places to leave. what do you do with a plant of excuses, scarred in unwelcome, inviting only absence? X marks the spot: not here. M Archive: After the End of the World by Alexis Pauline Gumbs – p59 “Archive of Dirt”
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