The End

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Things are changing; things are starting to spin, snap, fly off into the blue sleeve of the long afternoon. ‘Oh’ and ‘ooh’ come whistling out of the perished mouth of the grass, as things turn soft, boil back into substance and hue. As everything, forgetting its own enchantment, whispers: I too love oblivion...” (Mary Oliver, 1979)

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