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Stone's Throw Gray rock, hard angles held softly, limns a journey - cloud high towers turned to sand by water's edge. I am the fiery core, mountain peak sandy beach and sea bed; conflagration's foundation, and all the speckled, stone-encrusted minutes rushing ever outward; a small rock in the palm of my own hand, resting forever in my own shade, falling forever, stone-tossed.
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Crane 2002 |