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If only I could take in the sky,
hold it inside for those times
when four walls tighten around
me, threaten to drown me. My
mind recalls the tale of a mouse
saving for winter not food in his
house but memories. My child’s
mind could not accept the thought.
That’s nice and all, but what about
survival? Some good may come
from simply resting open as earth
beneath su…
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