#2 winter solstice 2013

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Walking with the dog in the twilight I skirted the tears that often lurk in the white shadows. Warming my hands around a cup of evening tea, I find the momentum to wander through pages of art work from the dead, transforming them into apparitions of the future.

Mary Ruefle, excerpt from A Little White Shadow. Copyright © 2006 by Mary Ruefle

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