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The road seems to end in the sky, where we dislodge grief by wiping our eyes, waiting for the thaw to commence; meanwhile my frozen spine feels like a swarm of giant ants biting, and to break the chill we sip hot tea in a roadside cafe.

 

 

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The Note

Meg Pokrass

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Michael Keenan

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José Angel Araguz

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Ron. Lavalette

Steve Brightman

Alicia Cole

Tim McLafferty

Maggie Blake

Jack Caseros

Nancy Stohlman

Mark Vulliamy

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