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Cole Locklear, MS1 In time for Christmas, we cease cutting the dead sawing bone, peeling flesh like fruit unjoining tissues all shades of the same pale, unmentioned absence. Now we will sleep—perhaps— though weary our brains are overfull with labyrinths of nerves, hierarchies of fasciae, kingdoms of organs. Our hands’ grand and grave work has … Read more