met are waving goodbye from cabs. I author my loss for the beauty of its afterward, shared hours spent ...
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A one-bedroom. He stared at the ceiling. Jimmy? I said. Goodbye, goodbye, I told the mirror long before I really ...
a bit more talk, went downstairs. I debated leaving without a good-bye. Went over to the bed, shook ... disengaged myself, patted his hand for good-bye. March 1963 The restorer of the Veronese in San Sebastiano ...
say goodbye to a neighbour forever. Just the same, but, of course, it was happy anyway. ... that she even laughed too much-she would say goodbye to each one of the wom en, as if we were setting ...
a weary gesture, a kind of aborted salute, mumbled, "Ah, goodbye... goodbye to you." and ...
the ceiling. Jimmy? I said. Goodbye, goodbye, I told the mirror long before I really said it. I read ...
neighborhood, the night. What did it mean? It could mean all was well. It could mean goodbye. Issue 129 page ...
S. Merwin Love constant beyond death Last of the shadows may close my eyes good-bye then white day ...
son," he says now. "Goodbye." "Goodbye, son," he says and hangs up. ...
