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ALIVE GIRL

not dead

The Ammonite
Held half-jutted from the corner of an old apartment block persisting through encirclement by one of many business zones that pock this Chinese metropole is a fossilised ammonite. Up this high in a concrete wave with its view of aluminium plants twinkling like scales and a lead smelter belching clag as black as deep sea plumes; the ammonite, dreaming, remembers the ocean.
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