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by Martha Zweig
The cold orange hands of the salamanders still wrap1 and unwrap the baby he dreams he was then long before there was any human family. Then their work was just beginning on the He had to be as little strange as possible. They were making the world & working on him too. He was warmer but less strange than a moss3 or a stone was, that saved him. The moss worked on the stone too. The stone worked on him like a mind he had to grow up to talk to or dream to but without turning strange. The cold hands run over him. They read the body he dreams of as a baby's to the stone. Before there was any human family the work that make him was this work just beginning. 点击收听单词发音
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