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34 <h1 class="title">And</h1> 34 <h1 class="title">And</h1>
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38 <!-- epigraph -->
39 <div class="epigraph">
40 <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a"><p>“What is your favorite word?”</p>
41<p>“And. It is so hopeful.”</p></a>
42 38
43 <div class="attrib">Margaret Atwood</div> 39 <!-- epigraph -->
44 </div> 40 <div class="epigraph">
45 </header> 41 <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a"><p>“What is your favorite word?”</p>
42<p>“And. It is so hopeful.”</p></a>
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44 <div class="attrib">Margaret Atwood</div>
45 </div>
46 </div>
47 </header>
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48 <section class="content verse"><p>And you were there in the start of it all<br />and you folded your <a href="cold-wind.html">hands like little doves</a><br />that would fly away like an afterthought<br />and you turned to me the window light on your face<br />and you asked me something that I did not recognize<br />like a great throng of people who are not you<br />and I asked are we in a <a href="boar.html">church</a><br />and you answered with the look on your face<br />of someone <a href="roughgloves.html">grieving something gone</a> for years<br /> but that they had been reminded of<br />by a catch in the light or in someone’s voice<br />and I think maybe it could have been mine<br />and I looked away thickly my head was in jelly<br />and I didn’t get an answer from you but I got one</p> 50 <section class="content verse"><p>And you were there in the start of it all<br />and you folded your <a href="cold-wind.html">hands like little doves</a><br />that would fly away like an afterthought<br />and you turned to me the window light on your face<br />and you asked me something that I did not recognize<br />like a great throng of people who are not you<br />and I asked are we in a <a href="boar.html">church</a><br />and you answered with the look on your face<br />of someone <a href="roughgloves.html">grieving something gone</a> for years<br /> but that they had been reminded of<br />by a catch in the light or in someone’s voice<br />and I think maybe it could have been mine<br />and I looked away thickly my head was in jelly<br />and I didn’t get an answer from you but I got one</p>