Every mark of language welcomes the seasonal and derives its breath from. Graft the line accordingly. Thus, your poems might be picked. Thus, the contour and sweetness or distance from, savored.
The sea rolls in and out No excuse or science could explain its predilection for north or south on the shore a small figure running toward and then away from it
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ReplyDeleteThe sea rolls in
and out
No excuse or science could
explain
its predilection for north
or south
on the shore a small figure
running toward
and then away from it