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quietly, if I could, whispered max… max… the other edge sighs maxine… no echo as

we are this far, here at the fold our map estimates the scale torn away, (cell #4) a friend

the other wish the wind knows

she’s staid so long aye name the place Sue Hills

places have their place, you know, unless you put ‘m back you only leave dust rings, & some times bowls, rolling planet – wise