Red Top Lookout firefinder Tribute /31 She is a madness, a woman, and an interesting idea. The reality which encloses her power as a landscape between above and below,,, A geography in each of our minds,,, electrons of order or a reflection of the stars as her time escapes; some to her leaves, some to her roots. She is a ship, a distance between points, the lines on this page. 31.
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