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raze he was the last person i expected to say something comforting or wise, even in a dream. i felt his voice move through an old white telephone in a house that wasn't mine, in a room mottled with memory, and when i told him about all that had fled from me without any fanfare, he said, "you'll always have those blue and red words." 220820
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