We drew human figures in class. Now I see skeletons everywhere.
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December 3, 2008 at 9:34 am
Brad
I don’t think it’s all that easy to do an American sentence and make it meaningful. You have done exactly that. I hope you enjoy your reading time. I can relate to the urge.
December 4, 2008 at 3:43 pm
jason evans
They’re there. Under the skin.
Maybe we should see them more often. Remind us of the more uncomfortable truths of our existence.
December 15, 2008 at 4:25 am
Julie
Yes, you have made this one quite powerful. I love the fact that the skeletons are “everywhere.” I love the darkness and again, the brevity.