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32 For the Man with Sealfinger With its line of distant junction, Rain stops the air. A white sound, unison. Of a long arc, cranes Aggregate and stage. Soon To kneel by brackish water, Watch them circle, Gain altitude, and Move directly eastward. Setting calls to settle In the heartrot of birches: I, too, would listen. ...

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