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Apr 29
Gilt-edged meanderings
decant
the sediment of diurnal isolation
as autumn falls.

'Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates.'
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov
annh
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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