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16 j j Muġnatunilana/I am not tired I was beneath linked stars One among many exiles— The returned light floods Again a world unmoved, Its translucent sky rifts At a ring of mountains. I could cup the small stone Of the heart percussing. Moving in the muddy arc Of a thing afloat as pebbles Slope toward the shores’ end, Turning toward them warm And familiar. The ocean, eared, Roaring and familiar. ...

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