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We come to hear the endings
of all the stories
in our anthology
of false starts:
how the girl who seemed
as hard as nails
was hammered
into shape;
how the athletes ran
out of races;
how under the skin
our skulls rise
to the surface
like rocks in the bed
of a drying stream.
Look! We have all
turned into
ourselves.
Linda Pastan
Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"25th High School Reunion" by Linda Pastan, from Carnival Evening
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