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Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mulch Eyes tracking my footsteps beca...
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Poem 1. The trees are different today. The stark outlines have gone, and a few have pink ... -
Silver white and black images on the screen. We translate them back into the reality that memory proposes Transforming the silver into sever...
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