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I forget who it was ... she was talking about poetry on late night radio. I was drowsy. Suddenly, I heard a line that jolted me out of somnolence: "I hear the edges of water." I've been trying to catch those edges ever since.
There is a certain ease of mind that comes from listening to this piece over and over again. Reminds me of a lone trip to the Sunderbans. By far the best I`ve ever had.
ReplyDeleteI want to expand it and create a longer piece, time and mood permitting.
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