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  • basking, dye, violets, raspberries, vinegar from my husband's late wife's mother, curry powder, a burnt cranberry brown, a delicate rosey glass by the window, five children sleeping, one husband in Vermont writing, one mother at home, one party to get to, mantras to roll, a shower, soap, trucks by the fire scape, dawn, a Passover moon and you for whom this fairy tale is told, and tilled, so early, and fine before the TV goes on, ancient, realized and new
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