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Aug 2015
As sunlight commuted
through clouds in
fell surges...
the grassy plain
looked like the edge
of the earth, moving
in reverse...
rushing toward me
seated under a tree,
wowing at its leaving
nothing untouched...
Nothing's Untouched.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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