Crucifiction
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The hills of the island
We heard an explosion at noon. We passed through clouds of butterflies. We ate on the ground, bread and cherries and olives. We made the kite emblazoned with a tiger's face go up only so far, then sink down, over and over.
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