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37 pp. These poems invite you into the seasons and settings of a woman's life: home, family, windblown heart and memory. This is the place where love and loneliness, contentment and grief inhabit the same rooms. In these pages, "all windows and doors [are] now warped/beyond closing." Here "all things bleed through their boundaries;/edges melt,/and blossoms drift down in pieces,/indistinct as clotted snow."
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