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24 June 2010 ~ Narinda

She ran in one direction
I ran in another

We thought we were
chasing each other

Now I know
the warm breeze
I thought I felt
was her
passing me by.

Posted in Phantom Session, Poetry, Session XIII

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I live and make pottery on Chochenyo and Karkin Ohlone land. If you live there, too, please consider joining me in paying the Shuumi Land Tax.

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