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-            <p>When I think of death I think<br />of Peter Falk in <em>The Princess Bride</em> patting<br /><a href="creation-myth.html">his pockets</a> as he leaves the room</p>
-            <p>Life is a series of doors or so<br />they say but I ask them this<br />where does that last door lead?</p>
-            <p>For Falk maybe it leads backstage<br />a black-walled catered affair with stage<br />lights slowly baking stale muffins</p>
-            <p><a href="i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html">Sweaty cheese</a> leaking onto dried-out<br />grapes a chocolate fountain clogged<br />by some errant strawberry crown</p>
-            <p>but this is not where it leads for you or<br />for me that door opens onto darkness marked<br />only by a trellis or the lid of a casket</p>
-            <p>the door of the <a href="about-the-author.html">earth’s womb</a> opening<br />finally to accept us and with us the dirt<br />not to grow more strawberries for Falk</p>
-            <p>but to pad his feet as he walks overhead<br />to visit someone he certainly cares about<br />but whose name is lost to posterity.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">When I think of death I think</span><span class="line">of Peter Falk in <em>The Princess Bride</em> patting</span><span class="line"><a href="creation-myth.html">his pockets</a> as he leaves the room</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">Life is a series of doors or so</span><span class="line">they say but I ask them this</span><span class="line">where does that last door lead?</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">For Falk maybe it leads backstage</span><span class="line">a black-walled catered affair with stage</span><span class="line">lights slowly baking stale muffins</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line"><a href="i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html">Sweaty cheese</a> leaking onto dried-out</span><span class="line">grapes a chocolate fountain clogged</span><span class="line">by some errant strawberry crown</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">but this is not where it leads for you or</span><span class="line">for me that door opens onto darkness marked</span><span class="line">only by a trellis or the lid of a casket</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">the door of the <a href="about-the-author.html">earth’s womb</a> opening</span><span class="line">finally to accept us and with us the dirt</span><span class="line">not to grow more strawberries for Falk</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">but to pad his feet as he walks overhead</span><span class="line">to visit someone he certainly cares about</span><span class="line">but whose name is lost to posterity.</span></p>
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