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Ralph St. Louis
Thinking of my grandparents, I stand for a moment on the curb of a street they often walked, the old walks cracked and chipped, and I want to call out to them, as if they were climbers just ahead moving across rock and fields of ice, rubble in the slip of years past.But if they spoke, would it only . . . . Continue Reading »
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