In Our Unexpected Future   Love-sadness prances across the flounces of peach-gowned women in old-fashioned portraits as an anniversary presses us toward them. (Stick-stick: the sound of your cane tip on marble.) All their agitated longings and fears pulse through ruched necklines, palpate in taffeta waistlines, outliving their societies, pillars and palaces burnt in a […]

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