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it seems to come every ten minutes, cascading through a fog screen to smother the trees and rattle the stones, a presence known to those who watch the clock from an intermediate stop, an arrival that usually misses me despite parched plausibilities and sluggish sentiments, I cave and repent, pray before I soil the first... Continue Reading →

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