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			<title>Rime Ice</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2023 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>He wouldn&rsquo;t say her memory was lost
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But that she was lost in it&mdash;the foggy past
<br>
Clung to her and calcified to frost
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Until, at last, her very present passed
<br>
Through this shimmering glass of memory.
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He woke once to her sitting up in bed.
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The drawl he&rsquo;d thought she&rsquo;d left in Kentucky
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Returned in whispered words to kin long dead.
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&ldquo;Git up Nell&mdash;you, Betty&mdash;why y&rsquo;all asleep?&rdquo;
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&ldquo;Please lie down, dear,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;They all have left.&rdquo;
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In faithful confusion, she kissed his cheek.
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He tucked her in, rolled over, quietly wept,
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Then, at a sound, looked round, as if to see
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Her silent sisters heed her prophecy.
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			<title>Listening to Timkat</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p> I follow her story only in part, 
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  like a man looking from a lit room at dark 
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  hills, silhouetted against navy skies&#151; 
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  his own staring face superimposed by 
<br>
  a ghostly glare from the light of the room. 
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