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Ottessa Moshfegh’s first two books are, as she tells me, very different from one another. But despite the contrast...
Your mountain is robed in sombre rifle green And one of its greener fields is suddenly Black with rooks....
Removing colour from my thoughts, I formed a winter ball. I threw it. The dead were uncounted. There was...
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