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before the morning, when there

is someone walking away from you

in between the tree line and the

beach, you wipe the sweat off you and follow her.

From behind the horizon you

can watch as she talks about

heaven and hell and

lucidity.  The sounds that

she is speaking with rise up and

around the air, dazzling you

so, your eyebrows rise

in the moonlight.

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