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75 Prologue My childhood? Yes— Pears in the summer, mini-blinds drawn against a midday heat, falling off a bike, forehead to brick, scratching at the stitches and the marvelous voices— how they chimed in the night speaking in the dark space between my eyes— Listen: they’ve returned— ...


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