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1 " Our words were a few colorful leavesafloat on a very old silence,the kind with a terrifying undertow,and we stood right at its edge,wrapping ourselves in our own armsbecause of the chill, and with old voicescalled back and forth across all those yearsuntil we could bear it no longer, and turned from each other,and walked away into our countries. "
― Ted Kooser , Splitting an Order