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Close your ears and lose your way. John follows hull, avoids our family. If I listen close, will I see river and ocean, island, dune and dogwood? The story behind the words is my journey through disappearance. Singing cartographers echolocate hull and contour, fish and family, as they pilot great minds through darkness. Avoiding hull, joining family. What’s the best car of the show, Dad asks John, asks me, standing on the steps of Jacob Javitz on my birthday. If I listen close, will I gauge how many miles per inch we are apart? The new Jaguar, the new Jaguar, we say, echo locating our attachment within the old borders. Distance disappears, yet I still know it by heart.
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