IMOGENE
I miss you, Imogene.
I'd imagined that was your
shadow indeed coming over
the fireplace grate out here, near
the table where I sat. Lo. I was mistaken.
You were always a shadow to me, and
would be so evermore (even if I could see).
I miss you, Imogene.
I'd imagined that was your
shadow indeed coming over
the fireplace grate out here, near
the table where I sat. Lo. I was mistaken.
You were always a shadow to me, and
would be so evermore (even if I could see).
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