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The phone rings. I hold the phone to her ear while she says goodbye.
I can hear someone crying at the other end. She does not say who.
"Late Afternoon," a poem by Joanne Page, is continued in Queen's Quarterly (114/4, Winter 2007), pp. 530-533. The poem, which is about Bronwen Wallace, is accompanied by photographs of the letter and bracelet Page describes in the text.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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