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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond/ any experience, your eyes have their silence:/ in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,/ or which i cannot touch because they are too near
e e cummings

Triumphantly sticking out in the face of everything sensible, a tree trunk in the middle of Oman's Sharqiya Desert

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