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the mama is boiling

bubbles over the fire.  A sun

comes out of the stove and

she runs away until

her husband greets her and swallows

the world.  Their child is

waiting outside, he’s been cold,

carrying his sister

from the woods.  It’s summer now.  The husband

and the mother lay under an

olive branch and practice

saying each others’ names.

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