Tag: movement
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Tomchik’s Ornithology
Tomchik reaches for his bag, which sits between us on the bench. “I like it here,” he says. He produces a thermos flask from within the bag’s khaki canvas depths, and proffers it. I refuse. I am meant to refuse, he is hoping I will refuse, “Me, too.” I acknowledge, as he pours himself a…
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