Two Acts

Fall '09 TOC

DEAR ALETHEIA, EPOCHÉ WRITES. Each creased leaf falls instantly from the favor of its tree. On the hour, leaves gather on the ground, signaling the end of Act I. Act II begins slowly. One by one, the fireflies burn as if performing acts of self-worship. Nevertheless, Epoché

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