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every problem ever drowning in blankets, a mattress big as the sea, and life's troubles fading to black? And she thought: all of this is actually happening, the same way 3s fall even if nobody listens.

(The dream opened up like parentheses), an appositive in a short phrase. The girls slept in prison­like barracks, their body their only valuable posession. The nuns would give them bedclothes and thought that was Catholic good. One night she used the blanket

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.