Meanders

I am drawing a map from the sea to the sky.

Meanders I am drawing a map from the sea to the  sky. Let’s start in the place where history runs liquid. Its particular hue is made up of bull kelp, phosphorescence, and ghosts. Watery bodies full of language, but they cannot speak. Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast Albert Bierstadt, 1870 maɬni—towards the ocean, towards the shore Sky Hopinka, 2020 The truth about water is it gestates all life and all death, all arrival and departure. It is the beginning, and the end, and the beginning again. Along the coastline, the jagged start of earth, there is a lost portal where the sea braids int

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