The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

You dream of the map. It is not a paper map. It is a skin. It stretches across the table. It is pale. It is wet. It smells of salt and old iron. You see the lines. They are veins. They pulse. The land is a body. The rivers are the blood. The mountains are the bones. You are in the cellar. The air is cold. It bites your lungs. You are a scholar. You study the shapes. You measure the distances....

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