"There’s so much I haven’t told her lately,
about how quickly my soul is aging,
how it feels like a basement I keep filling
with everything I’m tired of surviving."
- Philip Schultz, from The God of Loneliness: Selected and New Poems; “It’s Sunday Morning in Early November,”
Art by Jorge Mascarenhas
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[Wolves have not been seen in Maine for Years by Jorge Mascarenhas]
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