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Planting trees out of the grief In Memoriam Robert Creeley

 

 


And then, it happened. He died on a day when a girl got raped. She didn't want to live anymore but she had to. And he, he didn't want to live either. But I, I wanted him to live, to stay with me. To tell him my stories. To make him laugh. I loved to talk with him about life and the words it wrote.