Wednesday, October 1, 2014

By Another Icarus Comments

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Tiring hands on the sounds between the grasses,
Motes of the slenderest estuaries of light,
Beacons of the microcosms—
Every creature here diminutive in comparison:
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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