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on a day, in the world brenda hillman
we had a grief we didn't understand while 1 at the edge of some low scrub hills as if humans were extra or already gone -- ;
what had been in us before? a life that asks for mostly wanting freedom to get things done in order to feel less helpless about the end of things alone -- ;
when i think of time on earth, i feel the angle of gray minutes entering the medium days yet not "built-up":: our work together: groups, the willing burden of an old belief,
& beyond them love, as of a great life going like fast creatures peeling back marked seeds, gold-brown integuments the color time will be when we are gone -- 点击  收听单词发音
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