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the accomplishment of a stone it might have rung in the high air like a bell it might have waved a flag at the sky and while the pond lay huddled in a dark circle holding its deep breath like a wish this word might have leant close as a stone and bent its long black arc down and if the pond had held open its centre its target as wide as an ear listening this one word might with the accuracy of a stone have broken the surface with a gentle splash and found its way to the abundant unentered heart beating at the bottom and even though the pond had withdrawn to an innermost place pulled back like a house behind its walls it’s as if this one word rode straight through its doors and sent the awakened waves curling and casting their light in increasing circles like the smile that won’t stop breaking across your face.

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