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Flower Pilgrimage to Crete

Sensation On blue summer evenings I’ll go down the pathways Pricked by the grain, crushing the tender grass— Dreaming, I’ll feel its coolness on my feet. I’ll let the wind bathe my bare head. I won’t talk at all. I won’t … Continue reading

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