Standing As Instructed   My mother still under her sky-blue shroud, with her head turned to the side. I lie down beside her.   With my face close to hers, hers unstirring, I take her face in my hands. Her cheeks, two peaches left on the ground after the frost, grow warm and her eyes…

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