Above the Ice Sea

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Above the Ice Sea

Los Angeles in March tastes like rust and regret. I know this because I wake up to it every morning, the blinds half-closed on my downtown apartment, slicing the dawn into stripes of gray and darker gray. My left leg aches when the weather turns, a souvenir from Normandy that walks with me like an old friend who never pays for drinks. I call it my real part. The rest of me is just decoration....

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