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Sunday, February 22, 2004

the story of the baby that was left squalling on a blanket, in the sunshine, in our front yard.
the story of the girl who lived off of bread crusts, chilled white wine and swallowed love.
the story of the fifteen ghosts.
the story of the impossible bicycle and its unfortunate rider.
the story of the particular chords that make all of us unable to look at one another.

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