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March 2009, vol 5 no 1
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Linda Papanicolaou Dreamcatcher It's been weeks since I called home. Father will bear his disappointment quietly while mother will be sullen, not speaking. I fumble with the phone, misdial twice, then realize I no longer know the number. . . night sounds— a small breeze stirs the shade pull |