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A Few Lines Composed Nowhere Near an Abbey
There is a Mary every few doors down the block; in a small creche under the trees or tight up against the house, overgrown with wire grass or chicory to her knees of cheap cast plaster, whiter than bleached bone. … Continue reading
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