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Nov 2013
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November...three--
triad to a day's, month's, year's
holiest ghost.
Leaves...yellowish-orange
undone--tumbling, tangling
windward.
Dryly itched in service of
sound...street's seasonal ****.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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