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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

“Bruises” by Mark Halperin

Mark Halperin BRUISES When my dog stopped short to inspect a dead owl’s carcass, I fell right, avoiding her, and to break my landing, stretched a hand out. It swelled, but never ached, and I thought I had escaped unscathed. Trying to make a fist, each finger comes around except the fat and reddened pinky. [...]

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