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[39] My thOLOGy in this early light, the veins of a leaf — the leaf that you were before you fell into a lake — pulse beneath your cheek. i lean over your crib the way another mother must have looked into a strange forest pool to follow the wake of something swimming past. Asleep, you are delivered from her watch into mine. i see her finger circling the water’s edge. ...

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