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fan Species of when, that outward cliff heart-shaped under everything left. It was a compliment: the hands of a surgeon or those of a gift. It was hot that summer and every day thereafter gripped the sleeves. The vanes of a fan are often made from bone she said I own this one of painted air paired where air spears and folds into ribs turned to leaves turned to hands, those veils that arrange the face. Summer gate. Sun made of gave. 18 ...

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