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How to Cry on Valentine’s Day

A working vacation in San Francisco ended with me hobbled and limping for home. I enjoyed my visit, but pushed my tired, …

This Old Night

There are cobwebs in the skylight. It is forgotten by the sun. There is dust on the shelf, stark against fresher marks …

Brothers on a Hotel Bed

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