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Jun 2013
Just the upper torso
of dunes waving back to us
where we walk
all hymn: the sea, 7ish, and ourselves
the sun;
going slow
echoes of sea birds
tunnelling
above the sea
always
near home.
René Mutumé
Written by
René Mutumé  London
(London)   
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   Emanuel Martinez and Leila
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