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You can feel yourself slipping down the hill again, holding on to whatever you can find. But this is all very familiar. You even remember the particular rocks and shrubs that you grabbed on to last time. You remember which were weak and buckled under your weight “I’m just going to focus on myself today and not think about him” and which were sturdy but sharp and cut into your hand “He is doing just fine without me” Last time, you used your own body strength to pull yourself out of it. But this time, you carefully let yourself descend. You remember that what’s waiting for you at the bottom of the hill is a climb back to the top of the hill, and you recognise this as exactly what you need

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Thirteenth Summer

Who is twelve? Not you, in absolute skirt

and sweet on treasures twisted out

from underneath the pokeweed and plywood.

Someone has promised you sticky canyon jewels,

and then showed you where to put your hands,

saying, It’s like peeling the sky

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The roof damage is so extensive in upstate New York’s Hudson River State Hospital that parts of the asylum are lit as much from above as from the windows. Here, on the fourth floor of the male wards of the badly damaged asylum, light shone through the lath in the ceiling and illuminated the walls and bathtub with beams of light. The roof was completely gone above the lath. Sadly, this room is no longer accessible - since the floor outside of it has completely collapsed.

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