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… I’msometimes earth in her many-fold loams, herrocks, razor-edged at times or at times gentlemoons in crescents, laying in waiting, theclenched fists un-blossomed likehalf a dozen petals folded together inprayer, sometimes shrivelled to a dotsometimes...
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let’s make for that place of possibilities where nothing’s black or...