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Jun 2015
"His  soul  stretched   tight   across  the  skies
That   fade behind    a   city   block,
Or   trampled   by   insistent    feet
At  four  and  five  and  six  o’clock  ;"
From: BLAST 2, war number, T. S. Eliot, Preludes.

Very very impressive.
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