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“I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn't say any other way... things I had no words for.”
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I made it through
April, May, June; it seemed
I had outsmarted grief
but pulled the hanged man
card repeatedly—the self-same
sorrow said a different way.— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”
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