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Monthly Archives: April 2017
The hands die last
The hands die last intent on phantom tasks. The wheel-chaired woman knits and purls away her final days in wordless concentration. Another beads her absent rosary. The man an edifice of bones in bed measures out his ghost white spread … Continue reading
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