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19 Blackout No light outside or in, no moon, no stars. No murmur from the fridge. We know our manufactured dark, the dark to dance in, sleep in, dark where old resentments roil or sometimes melt. This dark has washed away the desk, the screen, the window and its woods, the words we might be saying. This is the emptiness where everything began. ...

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