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Chilly haze and aftermath of
Rain that woke me in hours when everything
Tries for silence tries for a
Humility in the face of that
Press of
Darkness press of
Tradition of
Painting walls by candlelight of
Praying by touch sing with me
Here on the edge of rainfall in the very core of something
Older than any of us

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