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Consumption

June 4, 2010

The bread of life is currently scattered across a paved road. Her blood was the yeast, rising in the abdomen. Her hair was the wheat, waving in the evening wind. The road was the grindstone table upon which everything was laid out, like a sacrifice or a meal. As your eyes sunk into your head, you were consumed. Consumed by the earth. Consumed by your maker.

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