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13 Stork Even clipped, his wing has its redeeming quality. Black and then white, his feathers are holy things, lifted for relief. The sky shrinks from him. I, too, am beyond his reach though we occupy the same space in the small hours of traveling loss. It is sudden. From the dim corner, his head. Annunciatory gesture pale as the angel’s sleight of hand. ...

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