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From Monica Kidd:

July 14, 2016

There, in the crook of the trail, is an aspen

glittering in a small wind, volume translated into light,

imperfectly, the way the world is captured by language:

dots and dashes across leagues of thirsty ocean and

creaking timber.

– From “The Year of Our Beautiful Exile”

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