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“I saw a white ladder all covered with water…” Bob Dylan The clouds look like heads of state. Our dog makes herself smaller, a wee hounding. The first crack is a chamade we were ready for. The crack in our armor. Darkness comes like a felony. When this is over, we say with our eyes, we will resume what we were doing, not preparing. Finally, what fell fell with kindness and foresight. We all breathed again. The TV reception was crowded, a popular party in place. We stayed away from politics, the windows, the food on the credenza. We are a people, at least that, one people. We move as one. We hold each other gingerly, with a nuclear family’s arms.
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