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Recoil
The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
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Tagged brides, ghosts, haunting, John Biscello, linda stojak, painting, poem, Poetry, recoil, red, sisters, white
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