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Holy Childhood

From the April 2011 Print Edition

did you know summer hides even as she shines once, she whispered to the chinese tallows and the maples let me sleep among your branches sometimes my own brightness tires then, when her yellows and reds stir, summer, a sleepy child, journeys to her own bed on the shoulder of another season . . . . Continue Reading »