Bringing in the light through the back door,
Limiting the shift of the paper I tore.
Untangling the night from the timid sun,
Developing negatives on the run.
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- She said, "I dreamt I wore a Mulberry hat."He said...
- Juxtaposer™
- Dhrupad "Nuances"
- As Much As You Can - C.P. Cavafy (The Canon)
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- An Introductory Note
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- Hinterland
- Possible Preface to "A Hopeless Man" by Nic Holas
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- Time
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