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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,
I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.Count out three. These represent the lakesthat nestle inside countries, all the snaking