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Aug 2020
Panning east through carried clouds
Spirits arc and abound
Dolphin slipped with mad grin
Disperse like gnats copper djinn

Then halted
Prevented passage once again
Occident faces orient
Still serpent, dragon’s scowl  
I the locus of its brow
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
(The Woods)   
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   Sushant
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