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In spring, great clouds of pollen rise to soar from stands of pine and travel everywhere into the skies, upon lakeís bouldered shore. In clouds of yellow, sparrows ride the air. In summer under sea, small grains of sand respond to burning moon of bloody red, fast swirling, spinning in the tide to land at rest as waves curl roughly overhead. In fall fine dust arises, spreads around, to shower down on city, cover earth: like sparrows in the air, men search the ground for just one place to safely find a berth. From burning towers of concrete, steel and glass Septemberís sparrows crashed to earth at last.
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