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Conversation

By Oliver Hale / January 21, 1982



We stopped the half-said words in flight and quieted their wings of air, the room was left in half the light and silence that had doubled there My friend in his opposing place withdrew himself from me, and we were now, who had been face to face, in profiled anonymity, until the miracle of mind rose on the darkness as from night, and eye to eye we turned to find the sunfilled words returned to sight.

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