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smiles because she knows time may be a circle emptiness, lit by the star hidden away behind it.
but the circle isn’t really a circle at all, isn’t per- fect in its shape or being and that returning may not be impossible, but is almost always a mistake.
I’d like to write that story. Someday.
He helps pull out her chair. He places a hand
meant not to guide, but to support, against the
small of her back. And together, they leave, an-
gling toward a new circle, a larger circle, like
the great gray rock floating aimlessly in the vast peared in The Outside Game, Highway 81 Revisited, and elsewhere.
Cal Setar is a writer living in New York. His non ction work has ap-
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Late In The Day
casein on panel 18'' x 24''
By Alan Bray