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...I see her there,

Swollen from the foreign heat,

She beads-up sweat, and cools the Earth before her,

She leaves her foot-prints in the sands

of time...there is no time.


She waits, and is noticed, in the frolic of her dismissal,

but I see,

I see her,

I know her,

every inch, every, curve and latice, ... my hand beacons,

the water ripples

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