His early data was disassembled and queried for bias.
What continued to take place only did so as long
as Larry
enjoyed its service. Rain renewed many aspects
of this life, then quietly withdrew—leaving us a splendid
crescent moon.
Again waves broke along a narrow, sheltered beach
as if this broken music could be translated anew—
and still we failed to sense what was truly powerful.
Larry knew a near mystic named Frank who insisted
this movement was meant to exist as anticipated...
The restrooms were oddly unoccupied and something
wanted to stand naked with us and feel loved
as a blowing rain fell against the piled sawlogs.
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