WORLD OF TROUBLE In a world of trouble so unlike the realm of love and ardor the singularity of death has come to this — we shrink, abandoned, into history. Dying is hard on the living — the past is clarified, subtracted from the finite, hurled into the infinite, unknowable — as it has ever been. © JH
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Postscript: Dec. 5 — A card from Cold Turkey Press.
