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Braxton Bragg B. 3.22.1817 Warrenton, North Carolina / D. 9.27.1876 Galveston, Texas Walking Giddy the heights I could reach if I put my mind to it. I know: I’ve been close, and I reeled. An impression of panthers swatting with great soft paws at my sight— of red heavens— it’s tailed me since Chickamauga. Unbearable the breathlessness (“And what will happen. . .if?”)— unwelcoming the breathless space between conditions (an inch or an eternity of elemental breakdown?)— forbidding the fear of forever. The slope slid past me.
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