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Oregon Autumn Dusk

Mov­ing a cir­cus to the next town might be eas­ier than mov­ing one infant the half the dis­tance. At least the giraffes can be cajoled to par­tic­i­pâté. A human baby can­not be cajoled. They exist and through them runs a … Con­tinue read­ing

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The Rain.

I lay in the rain to let the drops hit me like down­beats to the next breath, like lit­tle knocks on the apart­ment door when I lived alone on a Sun­day after­noon and the quiet was every­where. The clouds, mov­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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