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The Spring Revel
to youthe viewto me
Memory near oblivion. Far deaththe voice grinds and vibrates and tremblesthe wind denies
Then he deflowers her, pulling away the greenery.Then a blue vein thinning into a hollow.Then it is the hollow between her neck and lower jaw.
The many deaths of Ambrose Bierce.Ambrose Bierce’s old house in St. Helena, California, surrounded by the vineyards of Napa Valley, is in good repair. Eight stout sequoia trunks flare outward from a fused base in the front yard. An hour and a half …