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we look for sand
there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising
they  do not know the darkness
how the light can fade into latin
& all things unreasonable
unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road
up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality
is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us
onward.
my quiet friends felt shaky
weary while getting back to
somethings
sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…
listen, repeat the
random insects.
stitch another way.
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