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Jun 2014
A wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you.

Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the
Mythical canopy of Dream.

You find you are chasing yourself, prodded by hazy remembrance towards Neatly-apportioned morsels of time past.
Kevin Gish
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