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I enjoyed this :), thanks!

I particularly liked:

Here there are mountains.
Every spring, God leans down to kiss them
and they blush.
Every autumn, they catch fire

My throat is a fiddle
weeping for what it remembers.
Long, low chords slide between my teeth
and I open up
to let them echo against these ancient rocks

It aches when these mountains turn blue again in summer,
indigo climbing up from the foothills

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