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19, sunsuit. The shadow . of the Nehi covers her . navel. The orange . in black and white flavors the throat . down to the amnion. Father’s grape . … Continue reading →
I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold. My songs are not for them to praise. But … Continue reading →
Schmu-el and Malka and our child’s Chinese birth parents are sipping tea at a café somewhere between the Pale Settlement of Russia and central-rural China. They speak in signs … Continue reading →
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