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Saturday, September 04, 2004

my father is lost
in the colour
of resevoir
there may be a
day intended
by trees and the
wind thru them
and the beginning
not the end
of sentences
if I am
brave enough
to remember
myself
who can tell
the colour
of other
sentences and
resevoirs
when the wind
starts to pick
up like this

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