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The Nacreous Oughts

15 March 2004

"Audrey

You fly a kite against a silver sky;
Your tranquil loveliness, pale by the wane
Of sighing tides, gleams like a butterfly
White-crystal-winged in slanting straws of rain."
Charles Spear.

It's raining.

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