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Ascending Emerald-Bright Fronds flap, weep, cease. Green silence. Then begins a shudder-rustle of exhalation, a breath too-long held, released. Sighs caress air, sky engages tree, ever up-gazing to erase traces of shadow below. |
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Title from "Royal Palm" by Hart Crane.
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