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Potted This side of the window
pane: a screen, a frame, a
wall, a lock—insurance against
weeds but not the
damage from a scorching
sun. On Sunday
much the same: more
screens and frames, more
walls but no
lock, no insurance from
weeds proliferating, from
falling down and
breaking, fertile soil
drying up, from scorching
fire. You thought it was
the Son. Perhaps
you looked too
high, or even
worse, assumed yourself
too low, and mistook
pain for a window.
~ Dianna Stark
Michael K. White
notes on the process |
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