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51 Questions She asks questions I can’t answer– What kind of tree?What kind of church? When does the spring usually end? I love her in the morning, wild as the cockatoo with the uncanny blue eye who screams from the roof of the neighbor’s house. The tree creaks with the plums’ weight. Is this the usual harvest? I shake the abundant branches, fill my hands with this year’s fruit. ...

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