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Not an Ordinary Hand
My hand became a spiderabove his face. He reached for it. I forgot, and then remembered:This is not an ordinary hand for him.It can still be anything.
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Earth stood still – but only for us
The baby cried at five in the morning. I took him from my husband. The house was dark.Outside, the world had gone white. My husband didn’t go back to sleep. He left instead. Picked up breakfast. We sat in the living room while it was still dark.Snow moving past the window.Warm cups in our hands.The…
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