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Crevice Weeds Writings—«waifs of many a wreck»—motley and fragmentary writings—sketchy and faulty—failed, perhaps—unconfined—along the borders, upon the thresholds and into the chinks of literature, «as foam that the sea-winds fret»…

July 3, 1975








… when the rain begins to fall, he knows he will never see her again … she has gone away, most likely … and so it is … once she did stare at him for a long instant with a desperate sad look … then he did not see her again … sometimes along the way he thinks of her again … desperado waiting for the train … then the thought of her is not so keen as before … no more than a remembrance, now …








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