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'These poems are never conventionally published: they skittle through the air into the hearts of whoever’s present, as gifts.'
These poems are never conventionally published: they skittle through the air into the hearts of whoever’s present, as gifts, ways of marking a moment that never comes again. They are poems of witness, poems that usher us over a threshold.'These poems are never conventionally published: they skittle through the air into the hearts of whoever’s present, as gifts.'
These poems are never conventionally published: they skittle through the air into the hearts of whoever’s present, as gifts, ways of marking a moment that never comes again. They are poems of witness, poems that usher us over a threshold.