Leah tells Rachel she wants to learn not to let Jacob matter...

Remember the hill where we played near our father's home?

When we were girls we would take the sheep there

and talk--I talked, you laughed.

 

An acacia tree

clung to a wedge

of rock.

 

We could see the desert stretch south toward Bethel

like a clean blanket

that might have room for us both.

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