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04/28/2026 14:58h
The animals are leaving the safety of the trees Light sensors respond to the footfall of every guest To retard the growth of algae The fishes must be moved from the window Stiller than water she lies As in a glass dress As if all life might come to its end within the radius of her bed Beyond the reef of trees a beach cannot be seen the bay itself barely breathing In the other wing of the house a small boat awaits elucidation