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Autumn Sequence Reviews
http://www.parispress.org/shop/17qv6r...PROLOGUEIt was always the child: hold me. It was always the pillow, the palm. Between words, what language I tried to learn. Save me one last time: the room damp, the carpet matted, the walls stained. This dwelling now familiar. It was only another story of reflection:that body on the bench, that body on the dock; that body barely touched this body.