"Remember her strapped to the air, her grey dress flapping a little? I don’t scare anybody, she complained, smiling, a nest on her head. Which was how much I loved her, all through the harvest and dismantling. I am the morning dove who nests in the gutter. I am singing sadly to the barn."Matthew Zapruder
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