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Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. {...} Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. {...} It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

( Anne Michaels )
[ Poems: The Weight of Oranges, ]
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