Author: Natalli Amato

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    Oh, what will it take for this old heart to be kinder – for me to smile at my mother and say, yes, yes, that’s right when she tells me that the waning moon is waxing.  

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    I.   Sackets Harbor, dead of midnight, August: Three kids at that junction of not believing they are, in fact, kids, lay backs flat on the asphalt of dead quiet Route Three in stunning star-silence.   II.   It could only have been half an hour before our skin was eaten by bugs or we…