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Richard Jackson

Across the piazza a violinist is playing for coins, playing as if to cover the cough of the moon, as if he were tending the wound of some distant star. This is a good time to toast your love. You may mention the uncut meadow, the haystacks waiting to take shape, how all the roads… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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