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long enough, like the gash of snow left unmelted perched on a pond’s edge near Tabiont and Maseser, near the Green River calling you past nostalgia, whispering stealthlongings beyond Goshuts, even Hovenweep, where the spruce, shaggy with snow, bite the wind back shifting through them, the cold stones of winter, turning, returning us back to the mountains, and the water running away, down from the department of ache, the agency of salve and memory, the bureau of recognition glistening like the graffiti Gyroscope Review 7 !