from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember tha — Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember tha — Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember tha — Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember tha — Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember tha — Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
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from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember thanking him each timethe session was done. but mostly what i seeis a human hand reaching down to lifta pebble from my tongue

— Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars
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