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Today By Jenn Blair I gleaned from a field of sky, then re-opened the envelope. When this shard and my sentences come to rest in your hands, they might seem lifeless, but remember: they once were attached to something that might still be out there flying in the dark at this very moment--wings beating furious and fast. |
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