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- As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.15 lines - It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts
like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one30 lines - The people who were better than us were comfortable.
They lived in painted houses with flush toilets.38 lines - They were in the living room. Saying their
goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.38 lines - She serves me a piece of it a few minutes
out of the oven. A little steam rises14 lines - A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,14 lines, 1 comment - This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear34 lines - October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen
I study my father's embarrassed young man's face.15 lines
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