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“What goes up in sound must come down in silence / She who was with us in dusk is by dawn no longer / Death's corridor is a corn poppy meadow where a chord of Danubian meadow vipers becomes -- /A triangular welcome rug / An ancestral tambourine / An unspooling mother tongue”

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Book:Post-Volcanic Folk Tales
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