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The cemetery
of Novodevichy

That magic moment
at winter’s end, when
there is still snow on
the ground and the sky
is blue, when the statues
are still draped in the
plastic wrapper that
protects them from the
cold, but gleam inside
like cosmonauts, and
when the foggy breath
of the choruses comes
floating back from the
church faraway.

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