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Charles Wright

I find, after all these years, I am a believer— I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say; I believe that dreams are real,                                                      and that death has two reprisals; I believe that dead leaves and black water fill my heart. I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.… Continue reading Charles Wright

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