a mix for shadows and shades and sorrow, for whispers and curses and hoarse screams; for a lost little boy and the home he almost found.

''a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in / but then he’s still left with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he’s still left with his hands.'' -- Richard Siken.

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