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What a mother of a cloud the sky has dumped on us tonight: a pig fat with fleece, adrowse in its dankness, suspended above us like a Zeppelin fattening on the verge—I lie wet as stripped flesh, open to the fog […]
What a mother of a cloud the sky has dumped on us tonight: a pig fat with fleece, adrowse in its dankness, suspended above us like a Zeppelin fattening on the verge—I lie wet as stripped flesh, open to the fog […]