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As I have done, in self-reflect: paving the light click the mare first trailed, the canal again, the paddle shine, the hickory fix, against the spars it set, the hosting lamp, dry and sturdy hips; seizuring a few specific kips into the valley switch, aside the leavening gait of the pleasure pond, of tons of rural trivia and moods the median, of a rented room itself—the experience of a chair and many camels lipped in a leg list, womana tired scruff I seeded from adolescence.


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