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Your blood was no longer on the stone; Maple Tree in Late October Beyond a White Screen

Your blood was no longer on the stone under the tree when I returned to the scene today, which didn’t surprise me after last night’s rain. But still I wanted to go back to see for myself, alone this time, no longer within the circle of five Good Samaritans, their cell phones pulled from pockets […]

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