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18 At Lourdes Something’s said to rise out through their flashing School, turn water into air. Pilgrims, where is out And what is it? Delusion? Disbelief? First there were the closets, then this forest, Of crutches, canes. I put my hand where others have: On one bronze foot, worn down to a feather. ...

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