image by ralev_comValerie Mejer Caso, translated by Michelle Gil-Montero ECHOOnce the ocean is spent, its hollow converts to steel, andall the oddly propped boats are ready to tumble onto thatempty plate. I have no sun in this world, no ocean. Whatcan I do with all these daggers, heaped where the mountainused to be? Some piece of the story has left us shaking, asa great wind jingles the bangles
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