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the horizon moves with our steps, with our sightlines

two loops; we look down at ourselves

the same shared rectangular view

4:48pm, 9:38am

Re-orient, move diagonal up and out, converge at a vanishing point

Move through like a vein between muscle

Walk the same track, then a new one, send a poem in an email

A virtual leaning, we each reply before we sleep 

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