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  • Claire Thompson

Claire's Corner for the Arts

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Egg by Linda Pastan In this kingdom the sun never sets; under the pale oval of the sky there seems no way in or out, and though there is a sea here there is no tide. For the egg itself is a moon glowing faintly in the galaxy of the barn, safe but for the spoon's ominous thunder, the first delicate crack of lightning.



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