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GHOSTLY SCRATCHES

Ghostly scratches from a year long past– like cuneiform, but formed by the stingy pen in hand of one weary, as if out of gas, but scribbling still, though stylus weeped dry, teared its now-and -then ink– Work cut out … Continue reading

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