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The local river fills with sand. It happens overnight, and no one seems to know how. People with cameras come to photograph the new flat earth. "There was a river under there," they keep reminding anyone who'll listen. They stomp around as if expecting where they touch to cave in underneath them. The governor is pissed. The river had been a great source of tourism for our city, not to mention a source of solitude, and water. He promises to find whoever filled the river in. He does not promise to find the river. "This has happened before," my father says, on the phone to his ex-girlfriend. "This always happens, everywhere I live." It rains all night and all the next day and then it doesn't rain for seven years. |
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BLAKE BUTLER is from Atlanta. in issue six |
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a l i c e b l u e t w e n t y - s e v e n I S S N 1 5 5 9 - 6 5 6 7 |