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Woman comforting an injured
dog, the caption the morning

after the tornado says, but
if you click for the bigger

picture, the text changes to
woman comforting an injured

and dying dog. It's the same
image, enlarged and without

hope, unless you count
the act of kneeling beside

the dying, unless you keep
your eye trained on the woman's

hand gentling the dog's
breakage, unless you believe

there's something like a soul
capable in high winds of

sheltering, of re-emerging.

Andrea Cohen

Four Way Books

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