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In his book, “Story“, Steven James writes: You clothe yourself with daylight.You wrap the stars around your waist.Crickets chirp from the folds of your garments,Grizzlies growl from the deep pockets of your evening robe.Where do you set me upon yourself?Am I an earring, dangling in the moonlight?Am I a necklace, flashing by your breast?Where do

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