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The Angle

Article Title

Seasons

First Page

35

Last Page

35

Abstract

In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"Tears stroll, like lovers on a winding path. They tumble, embracing, caressing; staining sweaters with their joy. I love that sweater -- powder blue cashmere with the lipstick smudge -- it used to be his. I remember our romp in the leaves last fall. I laughed, mercilessly, when he fell in the acorn ditch and again when he sang my favorite song. Luther Vandross, he was not, but I indulged him nonetheless."

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