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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 participate. 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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