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For AD.

There is a different world, underneath. The notes, the wind, suggest Unfurling 

Angles, precise Bellows. Great white wings aloft Unfolding, Raise sonorously amidst Skyscrapers. 

Like that? I ask. That’s good, she said. It can be black And white and crisp or soft and Tense-full. But, In every case Avenging.


I write abecedarian sequences

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