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83 8 mm All over the country in closets, basements, attics, tucked away in bottom drawers, stowed in boxes under beds in every household, every block, skin cracked like old formica, eyes flawed, liver-spotted hands bubbling like old film, in every state, every town, reels of family moments, graduations, proms, sporting events, the baby on his tricycle, the young bride, mouth smeared with cake, the man pitching horseshoes, sleeves rolled, laughing, determined, someone’s father waving from the curb, various cats and dogs, the turkey dinner, the big surprise when someone enters, the shouting, all in silence, blurred grainy hand-held figures bouncing back and forth, focus waning, the ray of light, like a spear, splitting the frame, its tiny nova, cut to Christmas, cut to beaches, cut to puppies squirming under silver spray, an old lady, blinking, confused, the little girl on her lap luminous, as if lit from within, a bed of flowers, the wind, the snowman, the waves, the whole parade with its tubas and majorettes bugles and drums rounds a corner of Main Street, the sudden splice, and the darkness that comes. ...

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