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65 Coal The bottom of the world and the sounds that reside there. The music beneath the sounds beneath the world. Because I can’t tell where the world begins and we end, I keep the house cold, knowing to burn the lamp is to change the insides of the mountain to ash. We’re told that to repent means to turn around: like a bulldozer scraping the edge, like the darkness of slurry against a dam, like men running in a shaft of light as the black seam catches fire. For Harry Humes ...

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