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96 She wrote that an owl She wrote that an owl wing sheltered her pinioned curtain or pavilion and I thought of Don’s owl spirit his visualized protector and how the cancer got him anyway Fear of it void leeching my breath away Less than a week to live and he was working on me to get a computer shrewdly sizing my needs as a friend almost as a salesman That computer’s dying too its memory crumpling Don flits in it owlishly ...

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