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We once shared a dream where

we trampled the sponge earth of mixed mesophytic forest. Light scratches

as we scrambled up

the trunks of pine sang of our vitality,

In the flooded quarry we floated

with our faces turned up.

A deep shifting sent cool swirls

to grasp our calves and tickle our feet.

Water stuffed our ears.

We were up to our necks.

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