“They
live in The Land of Echo, The Land
Of Reverb,
and I hear them between
The
notes of the birds, the plash of the wave
On
the smooth rocks. They show up
When
I think of them, as if they always
Are
waiting for me to remember.”— Minnesota poet-lawyer Tim Nolan,
"My Dead," The New Republic, Aug. 14, 2014
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