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THE NIGHT BEFORE LANDFALL KURTISS LIMBRICK Carolina is a gash in sand. Tomorrow, Florence will wipe it flat as dunal winds rubbing its fingers across loose-planted silt standing cities What will be left of what I remember Who will be left of what I remember After it passes the curling storm whose bodies will I find flotsam maundering through the wreckage floating in the obituaries

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