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12 The Finishing Thoughts of Festus Spencer as He Looks into the Camera Ypsilanti, Michigan, d. 1909 Berdan’s 1st U.S. Sharpshooters Dense topsoil. Sieved field. Spruce forest. Blue bough. Apple-orchard mill. Cider-peel mulch. Autumn skim. Ashen smoke. The clear and warring water. Ships sunk low in the lake. Wild blueberries shook down. Licking the sweet stains free as a finch’s whistle. Tiny pleasures, those are the ones: The clean line of a sheet tucked just so. Plain-spoken women broad boned and tender— their scent rising like cut wood. The bite of that first fall apple. The first apple that falls. Will you remember who I was? Is my cap straight? ...

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