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“Past homes that lie sleeping in streets beneath the scent of flowers and of salt a journey set down in complicated paths until the stones run clear into the ocean the rising light reaching down into the depths of that water then reflecting and resting on this small world, full of beauty on you, full of beauty”

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Book:Mystical Tides
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