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adrift

Our little ship with paper sail
Sets out upon the sea –
A narrow nutshell for the boards
Holds us both in state;
And with brave splinter for a mast
’T will weather any gale.

lines written in Oregon

by Nabokov

Poetastery (3)

a love-song, a love-song.

punt

it was the distance…

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ego hoc feci mm–mmviii
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