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CROSING THE THRESHOLD

I am walking I am not going my body moves along the way with patience for the breeze the morning pallor lies on the green the ravens stand on the light and the expanse opens to my feet

* high pitch and stitching sound of the jackdaws a bedding of brown leaves covering the humus and in the middle is a stream that can hardly be heard I come up from the round water with shadows I did not know

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