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28 Song it was the song he made which made her happy, so she lived. —Robert Creeley, “Air: ‘The Love of a Woman’” There is the pretense of meal, and then there is the room: dark (if you pull the shades), and cold (if you pump the AC), but also heat and release (if you know what I mean). And Love, have we of either now? Neither meat nor rest for the wicked, we. Neither cold nor comfort in our hearts. ...

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