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Listen. This is the way of it:we open our eyes & it rainssplinters of ice. Sharp digsthat you can miss if you duck. I wantto be more like a shield: somethingthat prevents. Something that keepsother things warm and unharmed. I am,however, a sieve, letting thingsthrough. A leaking pipe. A kindof window screen at the mercy of the