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her head is larger on the top

than it should be and she tilts it

slowly.  she drinks water

stolen from the caspian sea and tells you

that you shouldn’t go back home, that

that those

jerks have had enough, they’ve stolen all

you’ve made.  you hold her head

and then you tape record her

secrets to give to her

mother.  the ribbon flows into

the wind, but you remember things, everything.