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[...] A single wave
larger and darker touches the beach
where elk turn to look out, ears cocked,
hooves raised and trembling. Inland
where elk turn to look out, ears cocked,
hooves raised and trembling. Inland
dust rises like a rug shaken out, hazes
the sky strung loosely from mountain
to mountain, settling after some thought
the sky strung loosely from mountain
to mountain, settling after some thought
onto the leaves of the olive trees above [...]
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