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The Ghost
Photograph, book of poems,
birthday card—but where are the conversations in her dreams now heard? He can taste the sound the blades on her skates cut in the ice in the neighbor's yard, light streaming in from the hole her absence tore in the future. She follows him from room to room, eyes like empty spoons. By James Fleet Underwood QLRS Vol. 24 No. 3 Jul 2025_____
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