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27 Mother with toDDler in wartiMe The first soft day after an intractable winter a child, conceived before the towers burned but born after, commands a flock of geese: Do this! Do this! as her arms flap under their scraping songs. How would things shift if we could say that nothing on our worn earth matters more than this gesture this instant, this lifting? ...

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