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Lowland Hum
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Thin Places
Turn screws and wooden legs. A million times a second, glitter on the bay, like oil. Cattails nod like monks. Humble tonsures blur. Periphery diamonds kiss mercury. Andrew Wyeth, you always move my wife. The right number of birds, proportion of barn to sky. Every afternoon holds rubies, under rocks. In hidden caves, under rocks. Whales too, shiver and roll under a thin layer. So many thin places.
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