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Funeral ServiceOwl eyes peered from forest branches.Beaver slapped their tails in icy warning.The reality behind my meditation did not register. I do not know what monsterous disaster had befallen me to bring about oblivion.I remember only beaver slaps and autumn chilland owl eyes and the bridgelooming black against the sky.A monument to evenings silence,summers death,my now forgotten requiem.
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