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		<title>This Winter White</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>tiptoes like grief up the stairs of summer’s hot spine, witnessing autumn’s addiction to color, like mysterious gestures from a preacher’s hand training the young to worship the sky by leaving the body behind. In the story they wrote their own version of, there were no words for moments like this when love’s lips, waxed&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Originally published in South Florida Poetry Journal years of one man’s life and the found, fathered, and frayed unraveled like the edge of an Alabama dress mother got from a thrift store in Selma, the summer they bought me from a preacher’s daughter. In 1957, Methodist sounded like skinny white men wearing starched black suits&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Previously published in 2 River Review Ohio’s fields raised him like corn sold down on the corner where barefoot Amish children worship dirt with wonder. At 91, his breath is beatific and silent as a saint. Grief in its grandest form has not summoned my tears. I know there are memories the throat would rather&#8230;</p>
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