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This land I watch over / is a place with old stories / and plant medicine. / It is earth a mountain lion walks . . .
The narrator was shot by the sniper he was describing
and I quickly picked up his pen.
Without the noise of home I learn
to hear my body’s own sound.
It is like sleeping in a narrow boat,
waters slapping. . .
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