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	<description>if compression is the first grace of style</description>
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		<title>By: Kristina Baer</title>
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		<description>There is no solace in the rain, no hope in the forsythia&#039;s glow. As implacable as the reflection of malice and anger in the ditchwater, the memory of death on the road. 

This dense rendering of a trauma&#039;s aftermath contains and prolongs it in precise and full images. Stunning.</description>
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