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Dec 2013
i am reminded by the color of the
leaves, transforming from
grass to lightning to fire to sun,
that this is what precedes
the wave of the hand and
the tip of the hat
goodbye, that
Ephemerality and Finality
were brothers
apollo
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apollo
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