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Alice Notley

If you immerse your feet in icy water you forget grief for a moment. I did this once, my brother-in-law made us cross a cold stream barefoot, that winter, walking in the woods—I was emptied, then elated, blissful; but didn’t try it again. Grief returns vengeful after you’ve repulsed it. — Alice Notley, from “II—The… Continue reading Alice Notley

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