August 28th 2016

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 under
····the heat of a birch tree’s shade—the girl’s sun-
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My daughters have returned from the coast of Maine. The ocean is cold going in, but warm enough for staying. They’ve brought me the fragile shell of a sea-urchin and the sand between their toes. They sleep gingerly tonight, the sun still on their shoulders and backs.
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296 August 28th 2016 | bottlecap
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