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Writing and Works:
There’s a cunning to books I don’t own.Tricks the eye into slipping from shelves stacked ‘soon’where old resolutions staggerparchment pale and haggardaround uncracked spines. I play a teasing game,ply their pages with well-meaning,find an aged acquaintance,face new with forgetting. Thumb their successors guiltilylike a child caught, ear at the…
Published on January 14, 2022 06:18