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Preludes to England.


006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier29 Aug 2013

We try to find the roads that best lead us
Some turn frail, edges wrought with centuries of leaves
while to the side, little walls grow up and out of the pale platter of the mornings.
Naturally,we come to a crossing of water
of whose depth we can imagine nothing other than to suppose that it will lead us back out to the sky.