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99 ANN SPEAKS I should be gathering sunlight. Skin lit with morning. Strands of hair falling to my cheek, tucked behind the ear. An unbroken horizon over the forest, past that, the sea, the sea, then England. I have an equally damp heart as before, feet on a different soil. So give me sun. My mouth is open, my hands cold. My throat’s exposed. I hear coyote and wolf and bobcat, but when the night has left again, finch and thrush fill my ears. Give me a reason to lift my gaze. My exhales keep arriving. My footprints line the path, mud speckles my ankles. A breeze now, salting my clothes. Blackbirds calling from the reeds. How foolish I was to think I could so quickly return to polished stone— ...

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