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giveth a hand to venture, mot juste .

Tap shoulders of mountains caressed with clouds of lust 

Utmost 

Foresight then in time wild winds blow, tis the time of year 

novel it is with twists

Closely faraway 

> wolf 

n o r t h

pointing there. 

behind it there and light fondling branches there

permeating black see through-ness south of darkness north

there.

into inscrutable there-ness, 

she looks into lightsome next

to and beside herself with heart with rope tied to the sun 

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