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  MY DAUGHTER MARCHES THROUGH THE FOREST   I. My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so she uses my...
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Five years into your child’s illness, / when you can no longer conceive of life / without its dank presence, you see / a blanched sky bearing a trace of rose / and the moon, risen huge—

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