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Both My Homes

I like thinking about      how city traffic, in a way,           echoes the ocean.                     (But it adds its own separate rhythms.)            Though the swells are both never-ending,            the energy of both is never constant.   The city is never the same place twice.    The same wave cannot crash again. And never                 have either                                  gone back.
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