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"its like waking up one day and being caught up, losing track, and losing what you'd call that?.... priorities. Clare thought this was how adult have their conversations, just throw in a few vocabulary and let them do the rest." Fragmentary Blue Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high, It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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