"love is not all"...the poem begins - then later, "love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath, nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone, yet many a man is making friends with death, even as i speak, for lack of love alone."
these lines may find themselves on the inside pages of my novella.
somehow joel's granddaughter is related.
is there anything but love?
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