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There
is a spell, for instance, / in every sea-shell... |
Water spread
over the valley's girth, the river's tongue
turned muddy brown. With Pan resurrected in his viral
form, Nature no longer "deprived of its creative voice,"
humanity hunkered down. "And yet, we should find a
way of moving forward."
Sharp
rocks heaved and staked the road
on which Old Stony Face had slipped off
of Chauvet's walls...
rolling to where so
much more is hidden.
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