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Part II April Suppose we are standing together a minute on the wire floor of a gaswagen: suppose we are in the dark. It’s warm and dry. We have food. We aren’t in hiding waiting, mostly we’re sitting in our own light rooms. Come over, bring things: bring milk, peanut butter, your pills, your woolens, crayons. Nuns pray. Snow. It’s dark. Pray for our friends who died last year and the year before and who will die this year. Let’s speak, as the bees do. Broken-down Girl Imagine her quick who could talk and cry, still running, under the whole sky, the youngest sister, pilgrims 87 ...

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