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3 Afterward (Little Evening Sermon) By the seventh time the story was told, the girl stood naked in the sprinklers and the fighter pilot had flown on E through Russia. The bear could almost talk, the crippled dog could almost run and we could almost love each other forever. Funny word, forever. You can put it at the end of almost any sentence and feel better about yourself, about how you’ve worked in a spray of sparks accomplishing almost nothing and feel that’s exactly what the gods intended, look at the galaxies, spilled milk, their lust and retrograde whims. What was it you were promised? I’m sorry if it turned out to be a lie. But the girl really did drink fire from a flower, the dog did leap a chasm, days advanced and the stars spun through our umbras and threw their backward light upon the bent, deniable, rusted, unaffirmable, blank-prone forever. ...

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