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Spoiler

#Hala Alyan, #new yorker, #poem, #poetry
THE NEW YORKER It might not happen for a long time, but one day you run your fingers through the sand again, scoop a fistful out, and pat it into a new floor. You can believe in anything, so why not believe this will last? The seashell rafter like eyes in the gloaming. I'm here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I'm here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful. -Hala Alyan, "Spoiler"

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