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[by Judith Skillman] You need no more regret those things that led to your regret, for regrets are small potatoes meant to be served by themselves at table. When multiplied and cooked their skins expand. Where lies the severed past? All of a piece our fates outlast our destinies. Regret added like orange zest to compunction […]

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