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In Georgia.

"I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass." —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Chemistry of fall.

"shadow fleet"

moon of some harsh harvest
hints elegy dudgeon
i ride the old rustheap
round flickering furlongs
ev'rywhere stern still-lifes
starch mannikin fictions
the curb that is cast here
calls hollowly holy
the ones who were wedged first
wield ultimate trimstilb

Elephants react fondly to music.