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Tess Gallagher

But I remember solitude—no other presence and each thing what it was. Not this raw fluttering I make of you as you have made of me your watch-fire, your killing light. —Tess Gallagher, from “Now That I Am Never Alone,” Moon Crossing Bridge (Graywolf Press, 1992)

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