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- first visit fr aphrodite -
was it - her black
lace on skin from twilight & twigs, red, rose,
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hill down, shore slope,
- cuddled in the ditch grass thinking him, he steals down the
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: was the feel i made up a body for, it's been here today
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- genevieve whitewave schaum
i wd say: light & the ocean of
- specks
- whats it whatsit like
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- watching a little one dissolve &
again etc
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- the material
a cloud's corner leaves
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- new tales of navigation
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- to write the view alternately with the
- at least locally, a traveler
- at any time he cd turn back to earlier manners
return from stone lake
like you on a smooth journey enters the fresh clouds
thunder seams to sound like
sound envelope
i think a fast cloud or simple sky
- can't see exactly how much
- black & white by lighting maybe
- 'a part of a thing'
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- so here the paper is clear & it is day
both company and the light of flowers
the net delicacy is the same
the verticall lines of china's common river grass
- we laugh & talk the country talk
- feelings are right
diagrams of the sea
it has many white arms & frills
- limestone porcelaine with edge
- slate
thumb
the few who come in to steer or intersect
- what's wrong with the story
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- fright of its narrowing
- these paintings were concerned with the sounds of words
- each line took me one day to make
4 above, 3 within - i think that's very beautiful
the story: having to see the end
'release is somewhere'
i open closet doors see single persons sleeping in debrise
when i finish painting i realize i've been there before
- when i listen to music & even when i read it, i have an
- inward vision of marvelous colors
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