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37 Give Us this Day Our Daily Ceasefire In the day we pass a package between us: heavy with exasperation, spiky with misunderstanding, alive with fury. In sleep softened we reach across it across continents – to palpate the flesh of “sorry” and “I hate this” never sure which to grasp: these dumbly reaching limbs, or that ticking package. ...

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