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I can see the ferry leave the shore
With a load of commuters like refugees from a land
Where faces have no face, and bodies only exist
If you put your arms around them.
They come to the city where I am
Although they do not find me
-from Edward Field's poem In the Morning
Writer's Almanac today
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Where Faces have No Face
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