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18 The Calm of a Thoughtful Sentence When you sense a misfire in the brain it’s wistful to seize upon a yak, neck-deep in the Yangtze, its oblong head serene as the Himalayas or to commandeer a kayak in the River that runs amber, a golden ox tail that switches only occasionally or, lightning bolts notwithstanding, to lasso the scud that blows West to East & East to West until settled upon the Matterhorn you feign an alpine meadow where the how now brown cow relaxes its insubordinate hindquarters. ...

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