"To live with her was to sit completely on the floor,
entirely on the grass, wholly on the hollow
of her crossed legs, utterly in the mud.
To live with her was to sing out all the notes
even if you didn't know most of the words,
to scribble down each idea thats sprang at you in the dark,
to recall the exact phrasing of every folded message
you found tucked under your pillow."
-Excerpt from "Matka" by Donna Kaz
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