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provincial bay; what some twenty masts.
Dried network - relatives sheets.
Sunset; old men in cafés watching a football match.
Blue Bay is trying to become blue.

Seagull claws horizon, until it has hardened.
After eight embankment empty.
Blue invades the limit,
followed by flare stars.


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