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Friday, January 14, 2011

Figure in Permanent Field (Sarah Maclay)

Here's the other thing you didn't see that day, as I lay there in the stubble, in my long dress: in my other hand, I held a key. You left then, as the sky began to darken, it is true--but it was not yet evening. Finally, the thunder. The sky crackled white. The wind came up so strongly every leaf turned up its skirt--a tree of petticoats, a tree of white. And so I raised my hand. And in the distance, where the sky was smeared with gray, I saw an arc--something like a rainbow. Only white.

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