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Jim Doss |
| For Sarah I wept your mother’s pain, wept her joy at your birth as your small fist gripped my finger, pulled hard, drew me into this world of little girls where my male coarseness fell like blinders from flawed eyes. Paul Newman in Hombré (Hollywood Western, 1967) The blue apocalypse of his eyes a cold well those less worthy must drink from to survive.
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