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Dot the I’s and Cross the T’s , poem by Joy Bowman
On her deathbed she asks me if I can still play the piano, and begins to sing of jasper roads. I search the linen for forgotten crochet needles she swears are under the cushions. Her hands never stop moving, trembling out … Continue reading