Near Matches
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Look forward, young man
My brother is dead
dasein
Excerpts from a collection of letters to my future self
How did I get here, Sarah?
His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
Take This, Brother, May It Serve You Well
Helping your kid brother die
one kid against the fence, scuffed shoes, probably a trumpet case at his feet
Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
Go West Young Man
Stages of Grief
Chase
me, now and again
a mother forgotten
Aspirations in the past and future tense
Werner Kern
watching headlights roll by, maybe you noticed one, swept by a little too slow
O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High
I had a brother, once
I still miss you, now and then. You'll never know.
though they could speak and had beautiful voices
Throne for a Loss
The Moon and the Yew Tree
(prayer for the departed)
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