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Her baby is a furred thing, alternately bristled and then soft. She hopes it isn’t shedding, wonders how she’ll ever get all that hair out of her if it is.
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William Baker breaks a second-story window from atop a shaking ladder. William Baker peers into the darkness and then signals to the other officers that he’s going in. William Baker uses his nightstick to clear all the glass out of his way.
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They shave their hair together, before she even starts to lose hers. It's to show how much I support you, he says, and she appreciates the gesture even as she suspects their twin bald heads will only add to the public stares she fears more than anything.
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The village is quiet.
The moon kisses the sun.
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Bright sun beams rise from the east.
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My heart is like a piece of wax waiting for a seal.
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I often wonder what the Armenians think of me....
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Sometimes I sit in the garden and listen
to the sounds of the evening:
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I see emeralds
break through waves of rock
and yellow grass,
pink beads folding within a blanket of light.
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It is late in the evening. The wind awakens rusty hinges. The gate swings open, squeaks. Cool raindrops peck at my bedroom window. I disappear into the yard, the darkness. I fold my arms, tuck my head beneath my itchy sweater and walk…
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The day slips behind the mountains.
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Within the bright glow of snow
there lives a secret of the mind.
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Have you ever dreamed that you were dreaming?
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