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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
FECUND
Don’t you hear it, in the sea-shelled howling of night; a single bloom unfolding in its’ flesh cup, a withering of tendrils, a grazing of fingertips, a brush like seaweed against the cheek, a hush in the breath of the oldest ocean?
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