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With the broken-hearted language of the abandoned, the orphan spoke into the rising smoke above the campfire. Her voice carried through the smoke and sparks into the night beyond where everything is sky. Read morePoem: The Thing She Said to MeThe spirits conjured there were kind and full of yearning, like her. 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