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circles move in the light like halves of peaches in the orbit of God this bushel of halos sunders, returns, sunders, catching itself by the rim, miming the thumbs of lovers, the silky tumult of dreams, the cascading rings of troubled water; turning itself infinitely on its pate of Blue
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
The Dance
circles move in the light like halves of peaches in the orbit of God this bushel of halos sunders, returns, sunders, catching itself by the rim, miming the thumbs of lovers, the silky tumult of dreams, the cascading rings of troubled water; turning itself infinitely on its pate of Blue
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
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