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Gary Whitby
What is death but stepping through a door,then onto summer lawns, with fathers waitingor mothers chiding, “Why were you so late?”—the clouds around their feet a billowed flooringof golden cumulus reflecting moreof them than moon could manage, fallen sensateinto star-thronged eyes by a garden . . . . Continue Reading »
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