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ACCEPTS summer comes to rest in a room of shriveled objects underneath each leaf a silence clings overhead the blue flame of the sky reaches up earth has set its dry lips in the form of rivers to catch the nearest rain everything now obeys its needs in order to manifest its true being the well for instance must have depth to truly be a well and to have the depth it accepts in its water a grit flaked off the ancient stone through which its needs drove it
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