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sleeping bear dunes Hardly there anymore, a silhouette guards the inlet. Manitou Islands obscured by sand, trees match-sticked. We trolled for Petoskey stones, found one among the motley pebbles, immersed in fluvial deposits, rough bottom, emergence. Consider the water, once warmer—coral colonies feeding on plankton, its tissue cemented into a honeycomb. Sediment-grouted, petrified— It’s humbling what happens to flesh. In myth, transfiguration seems more painful—the permanence of it— maddened nightingale, gnarled laurel, sleeping bear. To know release—your own dissolve. A commissure—your body into mine, the slip of being here and elsewhere. You are not you any longer. The dunes shift, restructure their crescents, each particle undone. 47 ...

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