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| anno_salutis |
beyond passing fell the open dance of the inebriate over ice plants sings a comic dirge as the parties leave the dark church of the funeral and enter the noon sun where there is no loss ever spoken and only the birds and the smell of grass ever speak. and the inebriate dance over the ice plants to the smell of grass and the tune of birds. and the sea at the horizon sways back in time. meeting the met with meter but not loss. |
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