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Dance of Death

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone‚Äôs throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding… Continue Reading →

My Obituary

Today, we shall lay to rest a man who wrote fifteen novels, bore three sons and a daughter, and waited to see tens of grandchildren. After 95 years, we finally mark the sweet leap to yonder of my mentor, the… Continue Reading →

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