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Passing the Crisis
She fell asleep to music box rain on the high panes. His face leaning into hers was grim but nonthreatening. He wore black, his hair was severe, but he did not mourn for her. Lightning now, or rogue...
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Like everyone else, I struggled all day Friday to come to terms with the tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut. There is no coming to terms with it. To think of those babies dying at the hands of that...
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