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Final Act

Now most slights fade too heavy to hold too fevered to touch letters rehearsed in hotness honed with piano tuner’s madness letters never posted never perfumed off ahead black clouds draw the old moon only rumors BD Feil has credits … Continue reading

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Rightfield

The ballet of second and short the graced leap of center the pirouette of the pitching mound all amply highlighted and potentialized into promised glories but the boy in right is the one to watch awkwardness stashed in a back … Continue reading

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