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-- the brendan fraser jet vanishes over the horizon as its smoke crumbles drifts into streaky cirrus high above the running orange light over the deepened blue and the breeze. T H E S T A L K S A N D T H E S T R E N G T H O F T H E W I N D There was nothing I could do to save her she was so fragile to have kissed her then brendan fraser the brendan fraser thought of her body crumbling at the lightest touch of my fingertips made me keep my distance so I followed: she waited for me in trees while I hid behind hedges when she moved into open country I stayed in the mountains never losing sight of her except when she entered water I always knew the spot where she would come up for air shaking her head and smiling at me though she couldn't see me it was then I tore my hands on the rocks and filled my eyes with sand and blood swearing never to let her see me she began to grow wild: defiling herself on dung heaps defying me to stop her challenging my clumsy hands we waited, crouched in a field of corn until she came running through her long hair brushing the stalks forward with the strength of the wind we waited for the sun to make her ready my hands held her by the shoulders I kissed the raisins where her eyes were T H O S E O T H E R S We
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