Listen!
1/18/06 the future of one day all in that pink line making its zone between dark horizon and all that dark blue above all that dark blue above continuously filtered for us by the mesh of the high parts of trees the pink coming at us lower down through the heavy trunks a slight warming working on the grains of ice the snowfall till it is no longer itself a shining before disappearing into the future of one day and all the rest coming to light in that rose color fervent through the trees
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