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Steve Klepetar<\/h1>\n

Sunday<\/span><\/h2>\n

Here in the garden, where nobody waits,
\nwe wrap our bodies in fog, river\u2019s breath,
\nand our eyes strain to see past this flesh into other lives.
<\/code>
\nSteve Klepetar <\/strong>has taught one of his granddaughters to do the Loco-Motion, though she insists that it is not easier than learning her ABCs.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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