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Coming Face To Face Comments

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When a gravedigger
mourns―
the impasse ends.
A robot turns on the rains.
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Satish Verma
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Lantz Pierre 17 February 2017

The broad, rolling meadow had at great cost been tiled. In the stillness of hot summer days the trees painted designs of camouflage upon the faces of the dead. And when it rained royalty took their old decorative swords and laid down inside. Quiet was never heard.

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