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"Joanne Arnott's poems tell a story of a love lost and found again in language so naked, you feel you've stumbled across notes she maybe left tucked under his--or her--pillow. These notes are made with familiar words but they quaver with particular, lyric detail: 'Do not be afraid, small one/the man with the beautiful song/will come to touch your face again/in the clearing.' These notes are songs each of us, still and again, do hope to sing." Daniel David Moses.