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"Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that."

Little Cosmic Dust Poem

Out of the cold and fleeing dust

that is never and always,

the silence and waste to come –

this arm, this hand,

my voice, your face, this love.

-John Haines (1924-2011)