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“Go north a dozen years on a road overgrown with vines to find the days after you were born.”

Posted on April 13, 2023 by Kate Stover

This remarkable first line of the poem “Sight” by Faith Shearin does three things: it provides a way to visualize a journey back in time along “a road overgrown with vines.” It includes an interesting slant rhyme with “vines” and … Continue reading →

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