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		<title>Long Porch Down</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Long porch down tilts to the black river warm half-sea with dead tree fronds mangrove, cypress old wood no nails could ever pierce, painted now by water to keep hands from ever trying. After all we are corrupted enough to be mortal for a blink, then to succumb. While the oil-colored flow— its volume— has&#8230;</p>
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		<title>That Massif In The Room</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I. Woods in post-bloom bristle and sway slow draws through-over-around each a perfect perch with just beyond more of the same a series of infinitely small moments further halved never quite to a stop, a sad reticence at cessation always blazing new ways to that massif in the room. II. The other night after three&#8230;</p>
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