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2 2 Y ‘ ‘ T H E M O O N H A S S E T ’ ’ J O H N K I N S E L L A via Emily Brontë Such rights are set on texts outside copyright, and that lake is its own sphere of influence. But we’ve had lakes in this house, too, and your mother has each word of the texts memorized, a glue of psyche, a warm and comforting water we swim through, out here, ‘‘isolated’’ though knowing there’s so much more. Venus shines close to the brink of hills, the moon lifts nocturnal animals, and the valley is a crater lake filled with drought. We never claim it as ours – and there’s no gentrification of outlook. But we’re here till the building materials let go, and its people take it back. These lakes, this dry, our imaginary worlds with too little or too much foothold. ...

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