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the iris opens...gathering in the sunshine...seeking skyward winds...to disperse its seeds...the aggregate fixed its shadow on the rock around it...marking time until the molten times returned... |
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the iris opens...gathering in the sunshine...seeking skyward winds...to disperse its seeds...the aggregate fixed its shadow on the rock around it...marking time until the molten times returned... |
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