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The Small Things I Still Like
There are habits the centuries have not made grand or mysterious. I still take pleasure in a well-mended coat and the first quiet minute after rain.
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What the Heart Remembers at Dawn
The night is when I make my promises. Morning, inconveniently, is when I remember who else might have to live with them.
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The Shape an Old Hurt Keeps
I used to think revenge would preserve the facts. Years later, I’m less certain about the facts and more certain about the hurt.