EPILOGUE We ran miles through dusk to the lake, then stood a time by the frame of the water; the grasses mimicked the wind; you’re not allowed to die before I die, one of us spoke to the other; our figures faded slowly from the water’s surface, its rippled insinuation of the world. (Ricardo Frasso Jaramillo)
Monday, April 22
Monday, April 22
Monday, April 22
EPILOGUE We ran miles through dusk to the lake, then stood a time by the frame of the water; the grasses mimicked the wind; you’re not allowed to die before I die, one of us spoke to the other; our figures faded slowly from the water’s surface, its rippled insinuation of the world. (Ricardo Frasso Jaramillo)