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A Scansion
If I spoke any language other than yours, I might be able to say it whole, as a poem: non-Hodgkins lymphoma. If my ears could hear sounds apart from...
The Rue of Lot
His knowing shifted when he saw her turnโwhen with the cautious sliding of his eyehe caught the fatal movement . . . silent lifting. . . slight, and slow,...