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Purple Sky

Purple sadness is the sadness of classical music and egg-
plant, the stroke of midnight, human organs, ports cut off
for part of every year, words with too many meanings, in-
cense, insomnia, and the crescent moon. It is the sadness
of play money, and icebergs seen from a canoe. It is pos-
sible to dance to purple sadness, though slowly, as slowly
as it takes to dig a pit to hold a sleeping giant. Purple sad-
ness is pervasive, and goes deeper into the interior than
the world’s greatest nickel deposits, or any other sadness
on earth. It is the sadness of depositories, and heels echo-
ing down a long corridor, it is the sound of your mother
closing the door at night, leaving you alone. 

-Mary Ruefle

 

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