ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : Every minute mattered.
ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : Wisdom
ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : He hears music no one else hears evenings.
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE
Every minute mattered.
Sometimes cabins needed repairs; the cabins repaired. The trees wore any colors they fancied. Hunters lay strapped to the roofs of old cars, and the deer drove. Smoke, bear, storm: all the smells were there breaking on shore into waves
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Wisdom
A gate swung open and we left. The drama didn't happen then. Eden wasn't far; I often walked by to reminisce. Our newness was our only grace, but it did not save us. At least I'd learned some skills. We never starve nor are we naked. Adam blames me because he can't forgive himself. We fit together, dirty, hungry. Soon we will have a child. This is very much like happiness but without the serpent. I saw him the other day. He pretended not to know me.
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Every minute mattered. Wisdom He hears music no one else hears evenings.  
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE
He hears music
He hears music no one else hears evenings. He sees a horse and rider out the window silhouettes that no one sees against the bluff. Later we guess if red daubs in the orchard are old apples or a conclave of cardinals. His eager boy stretches to the sky. Earth food has lost its power. Without his glasses he reads the ceiling Order no longer matters.
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