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There are days when the words

flow through me

looking for a place to

flow out,

to fill the atmosphere

with sounds that make

pictures of sweeping fog and distant seas.

Floating feelings that search for

the arroyos of the heart, to careen and carve

a place in the rocky land of the soul.

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