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A shadow cast by something invisible  falls on the white cover of a book  lying on my table, untraceable shade twisting faintly upwards like smoke . . . but beyond the...

Zero visibility possible,you read aloud. The logic’s water-tight:there’s always a good chance for lack of sight.  We left late. This valley’s crossableon good days, but today, the signs are...

So that is all life is: a darkening trail;a coin once flipped and idly caught again;a former lover’s final correspondence;a ruined cathedral; a probing blame-filled glance . . ....