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Taylors Mistake Once this ivy was part of a rock garden. Someone sat here drinking tea and smiled at the world. Or was sombre, smoked a pipe scowled at the influx and adjournment of tides — world's push and shove. Had no visitors visited no one, instead looked up the skirts of old lava flows where basalt's weathered ribs flaked over salt crystals and contemplated the ease with which a fragment like a sledgehammer could take out the daylight.
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