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Think of it waiting the hard weather out keeping that lilt to itself, that tremor in the close court of the bell Think of the stillness in the sober sides the steadfast silence of the meeting house Quaker heads bowed in patience Think of the lightness it has held in trust that wingbeat of green the petticoats show when the stiff skirts lift at last


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