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Saturday, May 4, 2019

'Staying up most of the night working on poems.'

Staying up most of the night working on poems. Oh Lonely Bones - can’t you rest? Why should I? Even now now a strong wind carries some pine seeds to the earth. Even now the boats slide down the long Sacramento River to the bay. A new day begins and I am alive.

James
04 May 2019

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