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When the velvet greens are washed with rain and dirt,  And the dirt is washed with hands like the surgery of a seed— The child I once...

Dear Katz, It’s been a month and a half, and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you how I’m feeling and what I’ve finally decided...

Lined up like make-believe guests, potted ferns Adorned the entry, their cool shadows dim Switching the parlor—life’s last living room—...