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And is this your heart arithmetic?This is the way the wind measures the weather.- Carl Sandburg, "How Much"ithe bluest barest silktraveling up your thigh isa skim of mist over an ...

Petals falling like the paper climaxto a chinese firecracker – the kindyou find in striped tents in mid-sizeamerican cities beside the summer eveningmidas touch of fifty cent sparklers andthe broken

steps of the temple Spoiler! : doves that waverlike pilot lights -- latched cages,the steps to the temple smooth as hands washing feet.a handful of coos, soft as a room ...

It's enough to make bread but to be lost, too? Who is the god I talk to about replenishing my flour & the hot groves in my olive oil? Who's ...