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Birthdays of the Dead

  Earth-smoke and rue. Ashy gusts burst and thin and billow again, like those trick candles that can’t be blown out. Today is Jim’s birthday.  Our birthdays, in different years, fell only ten days apart, both feeding into holidays our … Continue reading

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