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The Guess

Mayhall, Jane

The Guess He was learning so much from his last illness, it was almost unbearable. The wisdom of his body had been surfeit, the sinews in an oak. And love was at the roots. And he guessed all...

...And they seemed empty, the fullness invisible...
...And he guessed all men were saviors揺is hands extended to the world his gratitude...
...Jane Mayhall IP...

Vol. 128 • April 2001 • No. 7


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