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By Madison Date: 2004 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.20.00.53.9370]] |
| In my small clear vase are pieces of your ocean glass, round and worn from sand and from the bruising of seas who brought them here. Smooth and coldish, they burn in primal color and in shades of mottled white. We had looked for blue. 19
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