Passage

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I’d never been further than Ballina, and only in the back of a cart.The train shuffled field after tree after field, as Dada did with cardsand me as a spindle at the heart of it, the last still thing in the world.It was as well, maybe, departure was giddy so I thought the whirlmeant more […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/10/06/passage-vona-groarke/

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