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Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 13:53:30 +0800
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Could you pass on a message to the ptccers?
Sometimes the town needs to be silent
Let its secret crows sing, however
They carry changes
The moon's white eye closes on the horizon
Leaves accompany us along the road
My fingers feel out the cold on the gate
There's more night now and perhaps more time.
Jill Jones, Wed 19 April, 3pm
To explain the email subject:
I'm going to take a bit of a break for a while. I've just unsubbed from
another
list and also will exit this one some time today. Nothing personal. I just
want
to step back from lots of emails - but, in saying that, I'm only an email
away
for anyone who wants to catch up.
Best wishes with poetryetcing, y'all. I will miss it but needs must for a
little
while.
Cheers,
Jill
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