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34 The Visit william palmer Standing in the dark behind the screen door I see a raspberry the size of my father by the streetlight. It glides toward me then floats on the porch. I smell a sweetness and when it presses gently on the screen I press the side of my face to it and feel soft hairs; the smell deepens and I stop wondering why this is happening. The raspberry moves back and looks like a dark heart made of tiny dark hearts. It slowly turns and I see it is the same on all sides. Then it tilts and I see the mouth of its dark center where I know I came from. After it glides away I stay there, the air through the screen more alive, and I know there are red traces on my face but I don’t need to see them. ...


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