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Sunday, March 17th, 2002So much sunlight in words, in spaces and otherness. I have a head full of tin whistle and metered lines, and snow is in the forecast, and I am lightened and shrivened by the north wind.
So much sunlight in words, in spaces and otherness. I have a head full of tin whistle and metered lines, and snow is in the forecast, and I am lightened and shrivened by the north wind.
