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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
“Tell me, in storms, that you love me.”
— Julia de Burgos
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[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]
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Bedtime.
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