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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
TO STOP THE CLOCK
A mild, muggy day in late May, with the sky hanging within touch over the house. The fields are all puffed up with new grass, and the...
THE RAIN STORM
I’m writing these words as a thunderstorm crashes over the house. Great empty wine barrels are tumbling to a stone floor, rolling noisily...
JASMINE BLOSSOMS
A chilly, damp, paralyzing Spring, with soggy skies and faded landscapes. Reality feels like a pair of washed-out blue jeans. But the...
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