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COPYRIGHT 2002 Mothering Magazine
STORM
The rain will wake me even as I dream, and carried into clouds unfolding in the bay, there will be the herring swimming through the fields, and the salamanders climbing up for air, pulled from dirt, from silence, like single words of praise, and the knocking of our...
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