In the raw was how the world felt now. My feelings were raw, my thoughts were raw and hurtful like knife blades. . . . In the blue had been my place to hide, now In the raw there was nowhere to hide.
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August 21, 2006
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Excerpt from After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away by Joyce Carol Oates
In the blue we were snow geese flying.
These big beautiful white-feathered snow geese flying with a flock of other geese. In the V formation we were flying and our long necks were sticking way out and our eyes were narrow slits in our weird white feather faces. And our wings!
You should have seen our wings pumping the air. Pumping the air, riding the wind.
A thousand feet above the river, pumping the air hard to save our lives.
A song came into my head.
Knew this old world would be a hard hard place Seeing how the snow geese fly, brave wings pumping
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