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For life is continuous as long as they wait to be read these inked paths opening into the future, page after page, every book Its own receding horizon. And I hold them, one in each hand, a curious ballast weighting me here to the earth.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
Ink Paths
For life is continuous as long as they wait to be read these inked paths opening into the future, page after page, every book Its own receding horizon. And I hold them, one in each hand, a curious ballast weighting me here to the earth.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
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