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    That year, do you believe that everything in the garden was lovely?

    A CHRISTMAS EVE GARDEN Just before the ritual begins, a space Undissolved, where wings of survival scatter In their wintered search. Birds shrill, desolate, Entering like dampness into the bone. Their cries ache with life as in gardens Everywhere, each year, the universe dies. Dying, the last...
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