Friday, November 5
LOVE SONG, WITH TOAST to the grackles clacking in the ugly moss-draped splendor of the live oaks vaulting over us as we linger by the car whose engine burned their ancestors to get here. (Conor Bracken)
LOVE SONG, WITH TOAST to the grackles clacking in the ugly moss-draped splendor of the live oaks vaulting over us as we linger by the car whose engine burned their ancestors to get here. (Conor Bracken)
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