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To One in Mourning; Spiritual Direction

  To One in Mourning   Gone from your voice the patent leather Mary Janes, the starched pinafore,   tight curls bobbing as you take the perfect bow. Your arms fall open   like a dying flower. Anyone could step in. I use clichés like   “being there” and “call me anytime,” and love you […]

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