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First Portrait; Meadow Poem

  First Portrait   If you put your hand over her mouth in the photograph,   cover up the smile, you can see the panic in her eyes. Her sky   is fractured. She has no words for it, the original   sin. Has learned to block the dark hour, the theft   of breath. […]

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