.come this autumn, we'll be miles away....
take my hand;
we'll follow the arrow-head of some sky-borne south-
seeking flock. tide-pitched, down to where the white
horses thunder for miles out of sea. ivory-tipped,
tremendous & vast, a voice that echoes with a primal past.
and, in my.
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