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Sunday, September 21, 2003

troubador on a piece of land. the land of saints, the land of interest. men and women words, in diligence and speck. the speck is a season, a memory white as logic, green as dell. the space includes a need in number, pleasing spell. logic wraps a fort of timely reading into the sentence as it arrives. it comes, it speaks, it comes again. the sentence is a piece of land. troubador time lights air, is far from here, is registration to the dance. 'watch your language!' is the possible warning. we aliens, meanwhile, we think we've seen the movie.

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