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What does it mean when Our impish curiosity at forty eight grows tired and ridiculously became an Ancient soul at twenty three? What is poetry heard when Our otic form invaginates to a nothingness shape worthless for publication? Who inherits money when Our optic evagination lives large and expands sideways not in Academia? When do features play at Our theaters twenty three weeks less computationally intense than forty eight movies? Where Is Rogue One seen when Our self-organizing map projects friends and faces onto a understandable dimension Our two faced goodbye, Ciao are when hazy mornings rise in O'Keefe's blue note meeting our Aloha surfing stem cells reduced in the returning space-time tide to a 1D-film We have two ins but only one out
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
Hirshfield's Invagination
What does it mean when Our impish curiosity at forty eight grows tired and ridiculously became an Ancient soul at twenty three? What is poetry heard when Our otic form invaginates to a nothingness shape worthless for publication? Who inherits money when Our optic evagination lives large and expands sideways not in Academia? When do features play at Our theaters twenty three weeks less computationally intense than forty eight movies? Where Is Rogue One seen when Our self-organizing map projects friends and faces onto a understandable dimension Our two faced goodbye, Ciao are when hazy mornings rise in O'Keefe's blue note meeting our Aloha surfing stem cells reduced in the returning space-time tide to a 1D-film We have two ins but only one out
I've read Jane Hirshfield's Habit, and Hope and Love...
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Baltimore
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
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