Quite Times
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James McLain
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Only at her quite times, the iris pulls back the curtain.
Looking at attention are the apt pupils.
Quietly it lifts, pulled apart grandiloquently.
An image of a shadow peers in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is just as quietly gone.
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