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Helen was found on the sprawling covered balcony that overlooked the valley, swaying from the rafters like a pendant, graceful as she always was. Kate wondered if anyone had seen her from below, floating amongst the potted palms and grasses. Perhaps from a distance she appeared to be dancing.
Roy had never felt stupider. The photograph looked to be from the nineties—the groom carrying his bride over ankle-deep water at a twilight beach, her train hanging just above the surf.
Nesting on the outline of a window a little broken handle used to turn
the grating system now clogged with rust & silt. I once clouded rooms one
was afraid to stay in for fast escape.
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Exit West astonishes me.
He was his own version of Mr. Rogers in a classroom of children, he was even referred to as The Poetry Man;