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2007-12-18 - 7:45 p.m.
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i drove up I95 with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. some days later, it's settled like a river stone, round and indurate. i think of trees in an ice storm, the squeak and groan of glassy branches. shifting, sliding, giving way.
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