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Saturday, July 20, 2024
First Lines: Geraldine Brooks
This is what I write to her:
The clouds tonight embossed the sky. A dipping sun gilded and brazed each raveling edge as if the firmament were threaded through with precious filaments.
March
Geraldine Brooks
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