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7.29.2006
Absence
Any small thing that outlives its happiness must learn to keep from freezing. Slowly, the dying flame quietly tells its story... "while there wassome warmthleft of morning,she described her dream-the last one,the lost one,the one abouther absent lover".Now, in the cold trees, a vision, a frozen bird- stiff and white and empty as these words.
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