Don peered at me again with those sad eyes,or through me, or into me,the way my dead do sometimes,looking straight into their homes,which hopefully have flowersin a vase on a big wooden table,and a comfortable chair or two,and huge windows through which lightpours to wash clean and make a touch less awfulwhat forever otherwise will hurt.
-Ross Gay
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