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so we will fold ourselves in wooden crates the next 70 years of our lives and trace the small words “pea” and “cat” and “trees” with our fingernails from the inside, which will be nothing but tiny sounds that will fill our ears upon close examination. skritch, we will say in wooden crate language. that will be that and then some chubby cherubim-cheeked child will probably push one of us under the sink to use as a step-stool to the cookie rack.
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