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Sunday, April 9, 2023
I was a cliff dweller
I was a cliff dweller
No passage into space
The wide world widely framed
Ungiving, robbing grace
Thoughts dead ended beckoned
Had I not broken stare
Finding feet in clover
Not climbing steps of air
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