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20 vIII winter is defeated by a flock of geese flying towards the sun. The sea is only as lonely as a single conch, or a sand dollar fritted away on an impossible dream. Even this bold black line. The Igbo believe the sun is only the aura of a creature we have no name for. what is song here is ritual in another language. ...

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