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57 years old
I clicked off the television and stepped outsideto escape news of the warbut even here,in rural New Hampshire,the morning mist risesLike smoke on a battlefield,a rusted wheelbarrow leans bleeding against the shedlike a dying soldier, while the wind chimes clang like church bellsin the gardens of the dead.
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