The coffin fell apart.
There was the sound of decayed wood crumbling, and a cloud of smoke surged out, like water vapour from a hot steamer.

Yan Lianke / Carlos Rojas

A Dozen Nothing: Focus on Denis Mair

Cold has pierced our hearts
We have made nature sympathize with us
We even spell out pity in trampled petals
The next step is keeping each other warm

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