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Words by Elizabeth S. Gilliam Hedgepath
Installation by Serra Victoria Bothwell Fels QuailBellMagazine.com 
On the Virginia Carolina state line I saw a crow
She hopped, warily pecking gas station offerings We are all feasting on something low We drove to the ocean and then I realized upon seeing the sea I'm always different at the edges of the earth The middle of anything encloses me I inhabit best when climbing up a cliff, fingers touching the summit ledge Or standing toes in sand where I can step on the place where the sea meets touchable land's edge Am I a creature of extremes? For though no wanderlust is in my veins I push the edge and pluck at seams That crow she could live in arctic or dessert And fashion a feast of anything But if there is one thing I've noticed: My mother she is afraid of everything except for the sea And I'm afraid of the monsters that live in there I'm only scared of things that can't hurt me
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