The leaves breathe, the trees
sigh. Midsummer. Having come
this far, there’s far to
go. Canadian
geese gather on the grass near
the breakwater. Some
look at the Bay, some
find seeds and grit to eat. None
find me interesting.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
They might do, Tom. Well, let’s say they should do! They really should.
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