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  1. L. L. Barkat says

    That was the part of the poem where I expressed an audible, “mmm.” And decided to post it here.

    Glad you like! Daniel just followed us on Twitter and now… voila! :)

  2. says

    Oh my, what words could follow this. Such gentle passion. I am inspired to dust off my cello, collecting dust, it is only a quiet sculpture in my home. Maybe if we throw open the doors and let in the black cool night, the moon might shine through those thresholds, wide and tall, after all. Maybe the moon is knocking on all our summer doors.

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