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Charles Elin

what’s unavailable is not there


His editor had one arm and no legs. On your own time, 

she said, don’t be seen. Never talk in public. Your words

leave out a lot. When fired, he went into hiding. His girlfriend 

painted his face and sent him off for long walks. He wondered 

how his editor got by. He lowered himself to the ground and  

looked for a belief. 

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