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Daily Archives: December 4th, 2008

Our love is the night sky –
the way it looks like cotton
stretched over a bruise. Read More »

Somehow I’d connected wearing a bra with a story on television about a young girl with polio in an iron lung. Her hair, head and neck were all that could be seen of the body inside the machine that breathed for her in place of her paralyzed diaphragm. She talked softly, and looked up into a mirror placed above her face,

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