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over-call at a distance then in and riding their sway December cloud against cloud over laps over Holme close to the wall TV DISTRIBUTORS van stone and paint a man sleeping in the front seat rain about him climbing: old oakleaves holly underside silver white that bass colour dead heather hawthorn branch walls lichen dead heather slime/ wet grasses over -road melt mud below gorse spike flouting snow all wedging up nab's flat peak iced snow pebbles ringing right over the top
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