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From Tiktaalik, Adieu Begin No plans and preparations without first having a vision, like an angel appearing to you in your bedchamber, or thought slipping in as you butter your toast, stir your...
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Sugar Baby Every time I clean my kitchen sink, I think of you. You, who gave me housekeeping tips about a shiny sink while you were dying (and trying not to die) of cancer there on the other side of...
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Crossing The family from Boston comes over the water to your island every summer. They step off the ferry wrapped in bright sweatshirts, their city skin pale as sand. The daughter of the family is your...
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Sugar Baby Every time I clean my kitchen sink, I think of you. You, who gave me housekeeping tips about a shiny sink while you were dying (and trying not to die) of cancer there on the other side of...
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