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The flowers lose themselves in grieving and each petal falls like a day that never was, but we all agree,...

Kids ride bikes along the paths in Falkner Park on a warm spring day as parents watch from nearby benches....

And Now, a Word from Violet Beauregarde I told you I was more of a gum girl. But you offered...

Red drips from the moon, like water off the glass leaving wet rings on our moving box coffee table—I’ll buy...