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Sep 2013
discarded nail clippings
             or fat drippings        
all over the individual waves
all can read, a palm concave
                 up to the minute arrival
is life more than a fight or survival
of the next break
or chances to take
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Claire R
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