March 2008
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sign language - eric gamalinda
My friend speaks to me in sign language: This is beautiful, and I’m afraid. The words leap from her hands, a flicker in the dark. The motor stutters, jungle mangroves drift and vaporize to snowcapped peaks. Day fades to night, fades back to day. Her hands busy, though we’ve already lost each other, and she’s forgotten gestures to describe what’s become inert, her love turned perfectly...