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 At Cather’s Grave Veiled in deep New Hampshire pine, you rest in a bed of mast and loam. A pilgrim from the plains,I’ve come in homage to your open-skied and earth-turned words. Monadnock will not shadow you. We both know that the prairie is like a page, our living and dying written in every tuck and swell. I wish we could walk out together, arms linked, toward the sun-doused sedge. But everywhere,whether here or there, the wind stories us and the land will take us in. We are all happy to be dissolved into something so complete and great. ...

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