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44 In the Surgery Bay Eight of us anchored to slabs of cloud the inhabitants of a pond brought to the surface in the bed across from my left foot a man’s voice unraveling his heart his wife mowing the lawn now how far his scar would go the anesthesiologist, her faded countenance as far away as a giant my husband beside my bed, his face as if I had just fallen from one of his branches ...

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