i woke to watch the river move beneath the shifting sky
we are in a fishing village; people of the sea
to reflect on the flag i know to be bands of blue and white 
we will go to the church on Easter Sunday 
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- faint flicker of a horizontal language i do not speak
- beneath my morning breath
- headlights in an evening mist
- at night before i do not dream i sit for a while
- i am here too
- meet me on the corner of howard and broadway
- of what i have i begin beyond this moment
- he greets you by the gate
- a glance beneath the surface. grab a saw. let me g...
- only eat what is ripe. there is a reason for the a...
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- here now here
- they are hibiscus tacos
- captured while passing
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- meet the girls
- motionless passaging inspired by ms. gillian windsor
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- we must go to the roof first
- by night
- liv ing ju st liv ing
- flow un known. where is the milk. i expected milk.
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