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CCLXV
Morisot's Study At The Water's Edge
Moon exhales
her condiment
Th'Cold, to gales

Insentiment
crosses, at Night,
negligent

rolling, at sight,
the Darkness

of her delight

on Quietness,
Infinity, Eternity,
Beauty ( or less )

rolls! into Th'
Spool of its gathering
Ascendancy!

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