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Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

In falling twilight,—

96/ —the last light breaks across houses and wooden suburban fences, Pan methodically cleans his spade with a damp cloth, a little oil, sharpening the edges for yet another dig, the notion of stability, putting saplings in earth, offering roots loose clay, mulch, water—

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