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70 Cradle-Song As she sleeps the retriever barks at the back door. A frying pan clangs against floor. Upon the island father splits carrots into diamonds. As she sleeps the computer hums while a train bellows down the sky. Every dusky star flares alone. Overhead a plane thunders by. As she sleeps the oak floorboards creak. Across the rug, a sprig of light. She navigates the galaxies— the moon, her quilt. Let down the night. ...

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