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(A poet­ic com­ment on Breece D’J Pancake’s short sto­ry “A Room For­ev­er”) Between cold build­ings, out to the slate gray riv­er a view as flat as old year’s end. A room, a room for­ev­er, not because of heav­en— instead because of death. … Con­tin­ue read­ing →