"Not a word! Not a word! Flies do all my talking for me and the wind says something else" -- Allen Ginsberg "Whatever it is, I quit -now I'll let my breath out -" -- Jack Kerouac "Skirt blown against her hips, thighs, knees hair over her ears climbing the steep hill in high-heeled shoes" -- Gary Snyder
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