[title type="subtitle-h6"]Cody Dunn[/title][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]the food here will kill you,the locals always eating,[spacer height="30"]their possessions a deadsplit of fried fish and the[spacer height="30"]sturdiest lace ever made,the stuff of workglove[spacer height="30"]lining & when you leavehere, remember the town[spacer height="30"]where the river bentto cradle its own name,[spacer height="30"]foreign and wieldy, &-orbroke at the back, yoked[spacer height="30"]by the countless outfitsof the past: the ninety-odd[spacer height="30"]swimsuits of summer, winterand her hemless dresses[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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