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Mar 1
Soft falls the light,
not sea nor beach nor seabird wandering sky
it is by nature separate and entirely of itself
edged in sand, a yellow shade of rippled countenance
not exactly day nor coming night
although the evening tide has lately been
it is a colour somewhere in-between
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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   Frances E McClelland and Man
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