When you breathe, I see the map materializing like it’s a cold day in winter. I pluck it from the air, and I am finally able to hold distance in my hand. It’s a delicate, beautiful flower, though poisonous to ingest.   But when I set the flower on the road, it blossoms into mileage⎯…

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