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80 The Arc an ant breaks the boundaries of tribe in the slick solitude of a green blade stained by rain and pollen the concrete bench is an old stump in a glade I study this day the crippling flavor of earth and light the wind rising to savor the taste of a bird the force of my footsole on the root-bound path the smell of an old rain on the rocks ...

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