The Diagnosis   A cave, deep inside, animals painted with their own blood, until I woke and sat again across from the sofa, lights at foot   and head over waves of blue cushions with poppies, damask roses, heart’s ease, grapevines, a veritable paradise, a lost world, and along   the sofa back small […]

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