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A few words about Spring. A bee big as a truck. Posted in Celebrating the Seasons. All through the long cold night. Around the Cape; whereas you. This is taken from section 2 of my book.

We met on the far shore. Of dreams where a ghost tribe. Amid ferns and rotting logs. And rolling swells of murmur fog,. Hypnotic, with no boats. And no word for goodbye. Way out, another way in. This one life of mine. The past is a comet.

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