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Michael McClintock
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when you opened my letter were you surprised my heart fell out? digging up roots I find two folded like hands, deeper than the others, and re-bury them carrying the sun, the clouds, the mountains easily -- a small stream wandering unnamed in this wild place selecting a flavor I've never had before, mango-orange --. that will be my mood today, the hottest of the year a stench that buckles the knees -- and so I bow before the cave of the bear, on the mountain of tall pines peaceable men say “war solves nothing” one wonders whose ashes still silt the rivers of Europe
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