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A wisp off a train, jink in a summer hat.

Her coat, different and the same

our everything in its fabric.

Luxembourg forests infinite grasses pint cans

cheap chocolate and raw grain.


Shorelines of sugar rushes, cumin seeds,

Sunrise gorse in ochre clay.

The pebbles of Lost Lakes are

a temperate bed where we lie forever.

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