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Rabbit of the World All our meaningful speech would not heat a cup of water.And I have already failed. At the end of our lives these words will mean nothing—only if you read, and remember the call of my skin, how I willed you. I have seen on the pay road, motorists turn, those who stop for nothing slow at the sight of a hill: Somerset County, the wind farm where blades arch as the body, steady the air, spin it to sparks. Imagine what it is like for me to want you, to wait. Harbinger, rabbit of the world, red eye flashing as if to warn: the power that is coming will make no sound. -41- ...

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