Carolina Hotchandani
OCEAN UNDER OCEAN Parenthood. We stop tending to our little hungers, the ones that don’t command attention, action. They don’t intensify. Or we don’t know. Stingrays flatten themselves waving the ocean floor till they vanish. Or seem the ocean floor. It is only when the new, darting in, cracks the camouflage, we see we were fooled. The dark rays in the ocean never set, the water, always crashing into foam,
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CAROLINA HOTCHANDANI