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64 CATherIne ChAndler-olIVeIrA I had some things I had some things that I called mine— I asked no other thing— I lost a world the other day— I years had been from home— I thought that nature was enough— I took one draught of life— I watched the moon around the house— I could not drink it, sweet— I felt my life with both my hands— I gave myself to him— I could suffice for him, I knew— I think I was enchanted— I was a phoebe, nothing more— I stepped from plank to plank— I learned at least what home could be— I am alive, I guess— ...

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