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Something miraculous
About this mist
In all of its softness
Its folds
And unwindings
Delicately draped
Against the curve of the hill
A golden future
hidden then revealed
Joyful creatures know
Where the edges are
And they hover
Just beyond
The now-I-see-you
Singing.
Now I hear my Curlew
Calling from beyond
Softer than before
Flying with me
Through space and time
Even more beautiful

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