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Thu Sep 6 18:35:53 CEST 2007

Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,As if your absence now conclu=
ded long ago.
Lucky the bell=97still full and deep of throat,That this mud draws on the s=
tone.
Empty streets I come upon by chance,XIII. The Route to the North

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<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>XVII. Greenland<BR>
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,<BR>That this mud draws on the st=
one.<BR>
Point, after all, when finally one reaches<BR>To pick up even the quickenin=
g of wind<BR>
The edge of that other square cut from the right<BR>they sit with their wiv=
es all day in the sun,<BR>
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen<BR>Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,<BR=
>
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.<BR>Escapees from the col=
d work of living,<BR>