. . .because survivedsisters brothers, daughters sons,we discovered bo — Lisel Mueller, Private Life: Poems

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. . .because we had survivedsisters and brothers, daughters and sons,we discovered bones that rosefrom the dark earth and sangas white birds in the treesBecause the story of our lifebecomes our lifeBecause each of us tells the same storybut tells it differentlyand none of us tells it the same way twice . . (from, Why We Tell Stories)

Lisel Mueller, The Private Life: Poems

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