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A black biplane crashes through the window of the luncheonette. The pilot climbs down, removing his leather hood. He hands me my grandmother's jade ring. No, it is two robin's eggs and a telephone number: yours. A love poem, Gregory Orr "The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, div...