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“There is earth | that never leaves your hands, | rain that never leaves | your bones. Words so old they are broken | from us, because they can only be | broken.” Anne Michaels, from “Into Arrival”
Two for Tuesday: Anne Michaels Phantom Limbs “The face of the city changes more quickly, alas! than the mortal heart.” ~ Charles Baudelaire So much of the city is our bodies. Pl…