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23 Spring I remember a taxicab pulling up to a crowded rainy curbside. A man opened the door for me. Blue as storm and April, there was a moment when his eyes broke open to let in my face. If I were to guess, I might say it was like budding. His hand reaching out to touch my skin. You can be taken by kindness just the same as by anger. A small bird needs a small branch. ...

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