On the train home, a Bluetooth in his ear, he listens to a lecture on fear and love, the four kinds, lower and higher.
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They are here, in the eaves, the clothesline pole,hayloft—everywhere she looks—and everywhereshe goes they are there before her, in town
The sudden quiet of a room emptied of noise. Only the Hebrew, a stone on his tongue.
Across Eastern Parkway the camerarecognized his walk, neither absent-minded nor harried.
