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for Rande (i smiled)
were you, um giving me a poem that morning? god, it was beautiful, the morning, the weather, the story all together you were done trembling up a frisbee for an hour in the sunshine grad school rules) i’m on a quest to close all of those parentheses that Charles Olson left open, do you know?) and you conspire well anyway, i am emphatic in my response to the gift of your poetic run at five turning to face cloud-mountain- ous sunrise |
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for Rande from source texts incarnate, chapter two of the master's thesis, for want of an epitaph, by wendy blake
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