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Carl Adamshick

It is nice to be without answers at the end of summer. Wind lifting leaves from branches. The moment laid down like something in childhood and forgotten, until later, when stumbled upon, we think: this is where it was lost. — Carl Adamshick, from “Loss,” Poem-A-Day, July 10, 2013

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