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A Pair of Roseate Spoonbills


  Nothing brings on my need to talk like your death, that murky silence into which all my words fall and yet keep replenishing themselves in dire need of second chances.   I can’t keep from narrating my days to you, as if you were right next to me, looking with my eyes at whatever […]

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