One is straight away struck by a paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poiesis born in crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation.
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Rene's last walk to the beach
And passed through morning palm groves tall golden grasses
bent by breeze bordered everything bathed in diaphanous sunbeams,
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