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All morning I've remembered St. Ignacio's bruise,jaundiced seagulls over Quonset, November and the gross white sky. Days so long you walk home fifteen miles from the restaurant.
7 E2 Y2 R: E+ @# S Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.
. j; }: P4 E4 M/ O Nothing on the map but scone crumbs and a drop of tea. Just manifold food and a dead request to bury the last of your seven receipts.. n9 F+ D( k2 w; S
Mother of foster-wit,father of straw,I can see how silence takes the place of those who cut their thoughts in stone before they need them.! _1 B1 S' m6 `* Y7 `7 e* _1 ^* |
Stone is the past,and the past is a form of flattery.) q& u% q2 H' v6 z
Last winter,groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.
, m4 ~! s/ J5 r) s P- k Addressed to those who managed the fishery,who named the docks and decided the colors of unfinished boats,the only way to read them was alive.
( D9 }$ M1 @& M- K- E To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.
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