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… This poet has remaining enough mental focus and energy of heart to meet the demands of survival, and to conduct what tiny public business she is allowed with a minimum of dignity and grace.
None, however, with which, as well, to offer work.
Better that she go offline than to drive through another red light, as she, in her condition of abysmal grief, despair and exhaustion, yesterday did.
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