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 | We stay on this shore, imagine that someone looks back   | |   2021-02-21 |
 | from the out-there, wonder if the four floor dive is a   | |              |
 | legal price for crossing, expect a wink at any time to   | |______________|
 | take us out of our slumber with that all-knowing smile   |
 | of the pocket prophet who always guesses the same card   |
 | when the sun rises.  We stay there and still wave from   |
 | time to time just to keep our arms from falling.         |
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 |                      ((Asmus Tietchens, Ultima Tundra))  |
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