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Here it was the rueful ending :
We sourced the sound and found the rumor.
What it was, a glistening morning, meant more
to the squirrels than me. At every turn something
like light burst out from behind the trees, limbs,
branches, leaves. As one, and everything once,
together sang. I flew to that far oasis. A gentler
mind, on top of thinking, soaring upward in
fabulous forms of love and honor.
Here it was the rueful ending :
We sourced the sound and found the rumor.
What it was, a glistening morning, meant more
to the squirrels than me. At every turn something
like light burst out from behind the trees, limbs,
branches, leaves. As one, and everything once,
together sang. I flew to that far oasis. A gentler
mind, on top of thinking, soaring upward in
fabulous forms of love and honor.
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