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80 The Sad Divides Between work and work dinner on a business trip In a walking town and late already, I duck off Lorter Boulevard, The direct route, and glide onto Something Lane, Where I submit almost instantly, dreamily, to a spell of safety Three dozen stately homes long. The street seems blessedly drained of events. Magnolia blossoms breathe sigh after sigh of relief, The air conditioners drone. I grow into my imagination. A washed car steams in its puddled driveway. Lighted windows broadcast the evening anchors, silenced. The sad divides. ...

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