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Sep 2013
unexpected driving,
along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.

the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.

the bridge is being mended,
we crossed that bridge.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
430
 
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