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Michael I wrote you

a story     I didn't know

what you did

what we did

if I should dig

you up        but

it didn't feel right

you should remain so far

from the sea

it didn't feel right

I couldn't see you

Is this the shape these things should take?

Family Ghosts

Abigail Chabitnoy

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translated from the Ukrainian written by
Natalka Bilotserkivets