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I am unsure of the geology of where you’re from. I expect there exists shelves and sheaths pale grey-yellow like serum in the blood and rocks resembling sun-weathered lobster carapaces. all of this enclosed by a festoon of green pine— its regalia cut sonic and naked wrung and wrung again by august. on the edge a cabin is hemmed on the skirt of ocean— spikes of molding logs propped and resting akimbo. a wave comes in. a wave goes out. a wave stays to shake your hand. introduces itself as sensate verge and wonderment. home. I can only imagine what it is for you.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
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I am unsure of the geology of where you’re from. I expect there exists shelves and sheaths pale grey-yellow like serum in the blood and rocks resembling sun-weathered lobster carapaces. all of this enclosed by a festoon of green pine— its regalia cut sonic and naked wrung and wrung again by august. on the edge a cabin is hemmed on the skirt of ocean— spikes of molding logs propped and resting akimbo. a wave comes in. a wave goes out. a wave stays to shake your hand. introduces itself as sensate verge and wonderment. home. I can only imagine what it is for you.
KingPanda
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
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