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Silence by Nora Currandera us, Babel people sleeping together by the fire not daring to look at each other each muttering noises searching signs by day: what an arrow might be, what the sounds of the infant's lips on the nibble and meaning by night: in the crumbles left by the bird in our scraps left for each other |
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