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In A Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed

In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed,
the mushroom scent lingers.

As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.

As a person who’s once loved completely,
a country once conquered,
does not release that stunned knowledge.

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Jane Hirshfield, Writer’s Almanac

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