A Patchwork of Cues
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Feb 9
These last words, were uttered in a lower tone, all in a room […]
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Orison at Poseidon’s black grain citadel
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Feb 2
The fish circle me as jackdaws;  reciting to me, in a language lost […]
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Oh, a conch shell sings of the world
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Jan 26
I dreamt; I held a conch shell to my ear   amidst dark waters, […]
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Lines composed so that he would dishevel his hair
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Jan 19
In cloud forest sighs take refuge;  become loud in soft light  as wintry […]
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Tulips in the Snow
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Jan 17
It’s a belief which I have always had. Always strived for, as tulips […]
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Closing Chord: The Sequel
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Jan 12
Why does the sky blush so much? Why? Because he is a cinnamon […]
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