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Nicholas Boothman
The rectangle went black. The room remained
warmer than it had any right to be.
Carolina wiped her eyes with an impatient
knuckle, then packed the poem into her muscle
memory and into the J-0 cadence. Sera took the
journals box and held it like a child. Henry picked
up the mug.
“Next door,” he said.
They went, carrying a verse the world would
learn without paper.
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