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Lawrence Raab

We were in the garden talking about disbelief, how it was a practical choice—you couldn’t just decide to believe as no one could resolve to fall in love. We were talking about the past, the hopes we had for it. Then there were skies of all kinds, nights into which we disappeared leaving the rest… Continue reading Lawrence Raab

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