SIREN SONG, OR, THE OPEN VEINS OF LATIN AMERICA
arianareines in a new Harriet blog post
When I opened my eyes Ursa Major was rearing up, or standing on his head upon the brightening horizon, just beyond my windowpane, just a few steps beyond my right eye.
& late in the wee hours the stars, all of them, spilled over me with a sound like a…
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