Entourage
I could let them all go, the letters pencilshands and scheming numerals;only they and I would feel a difference.I would still sit here alone late with waterearly with coffee, wrestling …
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Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of things to cry with my kind in joy and pain,gasp with …