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Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The child .........
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Sharon Olds
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L. K. Thayer (12/25/2007 4:47:00 AM)
The Dead Letter Office...striking, rich and scenic |
Perfection Is Flawed (5/28/2006 4:23:00 AM)
Forgotten, but not quite. A beautifully blurred portrayal of children that will never be, the desperation for the smallest sliver of life. Enjoyed. |
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