When a ship is lost on land, it will make its own wind to get home.
Cornfield
River
This is no way to leave, she said. All the sticks inside me already went that way, he said. Here, take my sticks, she said, breaking off a rib and dropping it inside him. She watched it drift toward Louisiana and disappear. She broke off another, and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.
Fence
Because I cannot separate my horses from yours. Because they whinny over the wire.
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