And then there is the spring park, damp as if freshly peeled, sweetgreenhouse, green cemetery with no dead in it—except, in some shadedwoods, under some years of leaves and rotted cones, the body of a warblerlike a whole note fallen from the sky—my oldlove for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.
-Sharon Olds
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