26 JUNE 2006

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I HAVE IN MY MIND, A MEMORY

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 OF A PLACE WHERE THE DAYS ARE WHITE

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AND IN THE MIST, THERE ARE TINY DROPLETS OF LIGHT.

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OF SCATTERED WOOD ON THE GROUND, DAMP AND MINGLED BENEATH MY FEET

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OF SALT IN MY HAIR, ON MY TONGUE AND CHEEK.

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EACH BREATH PARTED WAY, AND I FOLLOWED EAGERLY

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 THE ONLY SOUND THAT WAS TO BE HEARD: THE MIGHTY SEA TEACHING 

ME HUMILITY.

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