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The Knowing Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise- comaed and woken, we lie a long time looking at each other. I do not know what he sees, but I see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm like the dignity of matter. I love the open ocean blue-grey-green of his iris, I love the curve of it against the white, that curve the sight of what has caused me to come, when he's quite still, deep inside me. I have never seen a cu..
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The Relics" I slipped them into my friend's palm -- the tiny crucifix, and dove, from off my mother's pendant watch -- and I asked her to walk them up through the brush toward timberline, and find a place to hurl them, for safekeeping. Now, she writes, "I walked up the canyon at dusk, warm, with a touch of fall blowing down the canyon, came to an outcrop, above a steep drop -- far below, a seasonal creek, green willows. I stood on a bould..
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