Zero, as in ground. Zoic traces, all but vanished by the last worst-ever catastrophe. Zones take the place of neighborhoods, nations: all the north- south-east-west we once knew, all the mapped and gridded sheets. Zills clicked in the fingers of Spanish dancers. Zabagliones thickened with egg yolks, sugar, and sweet wine. Zebras (15), bushbucks (12), elands (11), gazelles (11), giraffes (15), impalas (18), waterbucks (12), and topis (10) brought to Calauit island in 1977 on the MV Salvador. Zaftig now in her eighties, does the former dictator's wife even remember what she was thinking when she clapped her diamond-encrusted hands and ordered her own personal safari? Zizz zizz say the bees in the lavender— Zealotries are not their business: only preparation for the days coming faster than anyone could anticipate. Zestless, saltless, lightless. Zibelines and other soft, lustrous fabrics along with qiviut, alpaca, angora, merino and silk, by this time mere entries in the encyclopedia of former lives and bodies before they faded with the world.
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