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JANET HAMILL
Baptized by a spray of distant sky. In sympathetic response. The surface repeats the hypnotic patterns of my longing. Again and again. Swimming out to the breaking pages before me. With only a parched fountain to offer. Far from the sun's entrenched lullaby of insect music and the worried sleep that parts with a film of sweat and dust. I come be carried away through the charitable doors that open on the shore
Standing by a body of water. Moving or standing still. In the dark green depths
my soul finds its own level

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