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Sundays, my brother returns as a trapezoid of light inching across the fading rug, showing me again that windows need cleaning. He returns each time a breeze brings the unpleasantn…
Mar 6, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Stephen Tuttle
Sundays, my brother returns as a trapezoid of light inching across the fading rug, showing me again that windows need cleaning. He returns each time a breeze brings the unpleasantn…
Mar 6, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Stephen Tuttle