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Volume 4 , Number 15 ::::: 2005-07-29 — 2005-09-08
Bulletin
A month ago I started to rehearse a truce in this last battle of our wars. I thought to couch the news as "changing course," that I'd stay here and you'd go to the shore house, and we both could think, admitting first who it was who needed time. Months before my mind recoiled, mused, accepted: disperse, my choice. To save a marriage takes a force of will from two of us, and I refuse. I see you pace the sentimental boards, the cabin where our love was underscored in newly wedded giddiness. You curse me now. You can't decipher which is worse: that I abandoned you, or I was terse.
