the secrets of classmates were collected on small sheets of paper, the papers were put into a metal mixing bowl, drawn at random and assembled into a poem from that order. the secrets were returned to the bowl, taken outdoors and ritualistically burned. the poem was projected and traced onto sheets of 8.5 x 11 paper. the paper was turned into a book that i haven’t shown anyone. i saw the bowl, stained by the burns and ashes, in various locations throughout the school for the rest of the year, but it thad never been moved by me.
the gift and the grain 
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