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"The hour after the loss delivered me iridescence: a double-crested cormorant probing the glass lake . . . .
I thought, How and Why. I thought, If only the eye wasn’t the harbinger of forgiveness . . . ."
--Aria Aber, from "An Essay on Loss" #poetry
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