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57 Bark Bark at the Sea in November At night the wind the red the sound bash against rocks and all else. At night the sea lions bark their way into dreams. Fog and crash and lips and hands and rains come and go and fog rolls and wind waits and lions bark and bark and bark. At light the wind rides the light against rocks, against itself, into dreams, bark, bark, bark. ...

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