Life is always. That is the premise of this book: in life we have no beginning-of which on earth we have no memory-and we have life of no end-of which again, on earth, we cannot fathom. In the middle of this eternal is an arc, where our existence is embodied on earth. This book presents those corporeal moments in the arc, where we live out our "minutes." We come into the arc at birth, and at death we leave the arc. This is the story, in poetry, about a family's time --their minutes-in the arc.
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