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| ever dumbening |
the swells more swiftly mimic the tide's longer crawl up and down the dock's grey and green posts, with grain raised by salt and wet winds. as a young boy's tongue wraps, for the first time, around the grassy taste, and snappy rubbery bite, of an underripe hazelnut growing near Grossmutti's house. as a craggly stick traces in bone dry dirt. and still we are lost in this moment of eutectic skin, striped by sun and fire-escape shadows. |
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