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39 The Selkie Wife Something else asks for her. She doesn’t know its name. Nights she lies down in her body’s longing; mornings, mends nets for the man who hides her sealskin out of love. Almost without her, her hands continue to re-knot his ropes, making whole what each day the sea separates and frays, widening the gaps, the open spaces through which it loves to pour. ...

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