I don’t know how I came to
be chosen as one of the
guardians of the city
whose vision lands on the same
point from every direction
“I talk to my, like, fellow
brujas” semispherically
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The feeling when waking up
I’ve lived a whole life I won’t
ever have access to: stork-
dropped delicately in my
own bed, feeling rested as
a stranger. “That means stories.”
Suddenly, everything changed.
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