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56 Birth Is When We Recall Ourselves For a long time, all I could do was think of those I was before. Some of them wanted me back. There was more we meant to ask, they said. Remember. Not all of us are born upside down. I moved through the world like someone in a strange hat. Nonetheless a hoop of light shook loose in me while I sat with my little needle, air opening uncountable mouths to the thread. Who said, some come with the mark of the drift on their feet? Like a slipstitch. ...

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