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Compline Perhaps it was the eyelashes we added to the scarecrow, a fence post that never healed, or that what we thought was a sweetness of wind & grass was really hissing. No matter, the house is burning now. We’re powerless to save it or even lock the door. I will help my father into the truck. The dog will ride in the back where she’ll keep an eye on the fire until it becomes a star. When we get to town, I’ll find us a room. Maybe two. I know a lot of songs. 61 ...

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