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Even here. Even now the heavy industryof the everyday, making to be unmade,where a word is the world between us.
It follows you everywhere,I think, even this hillsideof mint and yellow gorseon the far side of the sea,
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I was sitting at a banquet table before the awards ceremony. A distinguished character actor, who narrated the PBS documentaryI saw last night, entered the banquet hall in a white jacket.
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