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©m.cassapidis |
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©m.cassapidis |
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©m.cassapidis, 2015 |
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©m.cassapidis, 2014 |
The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
From: Pablo Neruda, ‘Canto General’
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©m.cassapidis, 2014-15 |