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On Becoming a Parade Float
On becoming a parade float What would it feel like to live like he had never touched you? To live like he had never lived at all? To...
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The Hard Way
The Hard Way You never know people till they die you gingerly page through their privacy Those fresh, fateful photos: mothers in mauve...
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It's Not About the Flowers
It's Not About the Flowers I grieve for my battered garden bed. But it’s not about the flowers. We recently experienced a destructive...
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