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and the steady snow
over the blurry town
hides the weaknesses
of the past. I was
alive, a single little
light, a movie in the
angle of the sky

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358photo

on the open sea
a boat shadows
the gray sky
low and still
the wind a

particular
drum—

the sound of
a thousand
stars being carried
away

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