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Postcard Lately, I am capable only of small things. Is it enough to feel the heart swimming? Jim is fine. Our first garden is thick with spinach and white radish. Strangely, it is summer but also winter and fall. In response to your asking: I fill the hours, then lick them shut. Today, not a single word, but the birds quietly nodding as if someone had suggested moving on. What was that perfect thing some one who once believed in god said? Please, don't misunderstand: We still suffer, but we are happy. 88 ...

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