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is the kind of word that vanishesfrom my mind as soon as I look it up.I Google Michel Leiris. No faster wayto forget a man. I try to followthe tenuous thread of the sentence.Sentience must be a similarly delicatestring, airborne maple seed.The first time I caught snowon my tongue and tilted my head backto watch white whirl from the dark