PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE so happy with me are the minutes of sleep that they go flying though they've never flown before and the air of all that height mixes them up with the other minutes also flying a gray mess of sea below the land they want first distant now a few strokes away all safe! after the plunge to the sheltered bay a river coming into it with its past and future upstream in creeks small enough the trees on each side can touch branches sleep lies down with sleepless there in the shade holding each other it could be love or the need of a moment but the one with eyes closed is sighing and the one with eyes open whispers its name
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