Tag: Charles Kell
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“The Stoics” by Charles Kell
The Stoics False winter, suffering without words. On the riverbank frozen water, foot over ice. Brittle mirror. A boy fell in last year, branch reached out to catch a receding hand. Over in an hour. Mother collapsed on glass leaves, you held her shaking under a thick blanket. Never a word. No sound except pen…
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