We all know that moment when the woman
lays her hand on the man’s scar. We have all
heard water pouring in Brahms, wrens twitter
in the flowering bush. Still we don’t
understand each other? What a lot
of practice it takes making the howling
face blank. We manage the couch up the stairs’
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