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                           we come out from town
                           and walk up the paths of the peaks
                           loosened enough to say hello to each other
                           glimpse-to-face clean with the faint echo of ages




a piquant companion to the more verbose, but none the less widening, ‘how ‘do published so long ago on the path that it has turned the corner and fallen out of sight …



Castleton wormhole: Sunday
lifetimes wormhole: poessay V: // writing / as practice while / writing
passing wormhole: gully
people wormhole: lobby
walking wormhole: walking