“I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge!”
- Marianne Boruch, from “Once I Knew, Then I Forgot,” Field (no. 99, Fall 2018)
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