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			<title>How easily she left the house;</title>
			<description>The windows glow amber on the cliff top:On the beach shepalm-cradles pebbles; [not the imagined :chink: but something altogether more]tumbling fistfuls watch and wait.She is pieced together:some other limbshinged from some other spinestack,a rickety puppet performing to f..</description>
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