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HERE something as mysterious as quarks a pull like naked charm sets in changes the air mysterious as what happens in houses where women who live together a long time begin to get their period on the same day something un spoken runs from pillow to pillow may be while we sleep like mice in the wall forms the field of apples and elderberry into a sea of glazed green reflecting more colors than an ordinary prism then the birds come you drift all day in and out of yourself fly until a car churns up thru the gravel like lights going on at the end of a movie - Lyn Lifshin
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