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title: AMBER alert
genre: prose
epigraph:
content: Apparently it does nothing.
link: TODO
project:
title: Stark Raving
css: stark
order: 6
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- title: Exasperated
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link: last-bastion
- title: Something about the nature of poetry and time
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![https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/54/Amber_Hagerman.jpg]
Lost things have a way of staying lost.
They have to want to be found---is that why we tack up signs, hang socks from hooks in the park, have a box for what's been lost but now is found?
Maybe the lost *want* to be found but we're looking in the wrong places.
Maybe we speak the wrong language, the language of the found, to call to them.
Maybe we should try another door.
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