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The poems in Robin Coste Lewis’s second collection, interspersed among photographs she discovered under her grandmother’s bed, “read like messages in bottles cast out to sea by an emotionally marooned person with a surfeit of longing,” Hilton Als writes. https://t.co/XIaajZpbkh — PolitiTweet.org

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Through 300 days of nightly addresses to the Ukrainian people and regular speeches to Western political bodies, Volodymyr Zelensky has, almost without fail, found the right tone and the right timing to insure that the audience stays with him. https://t.co/C4t5Ux3EZ1 — PolitiTweet.org