In a message dated 06.08.03 8:49:08 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< we'll cross the mouth of the Nervio on a hanging platform,
catch a bus to Guernica to find more bells and birdsong. >>
Your poem speaks to my sense of travel and experience; I didn't tell you
before that I really connect to these last lines.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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