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…a duplicate of earth,
…fluttering leaves.
…Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
…If you have one appetite…
you have them all.
…compass, polestar,
…And when one turns,
the other turns-
…there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
…thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
me:
above’s to give credit where it’s due. gosh, never started a blog before. this is what i did with my day, so not much to report.a dark day here in chiang mai, cool rain moving through with the refreshening softness of post thunder-sound grocery produce misters, and i didn’t have to fake an interest in garlic braids to bask in it.
takagi masakatsu – aqua, from ‘journal for people’. minimal and moist.
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