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And finally, in the morning,
the woods of Havanun is an endless glitter of dew
in which you wet your face,
in which,
without gravity,
drop between drops,
you float.

The wood of Havanun
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Jonah Lightwhale

Sylvia Wohlfarth
Sylvia Wohlfarth

Written by Sylvia Wohlfarth

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