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a sliver of blue land slipped between sea and sky |
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the smell of dry earth wild strawberries tart on the tongue waiting for thunder |
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my two young cats hunting through flickering shade unwind their stripes |
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two glasses of wine and the world is a bowl of sky a dish of wet leaves |
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night after night winding the grandfather clock so time does not stop |
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following the bier through pines and wild violets the old smell of tears |
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