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Elsewhere
It’s strange how many countries and futureshave receded from you like the tide and that you, once so restlesswill now have to stand still.I used to picture you on some Chinese mountain your hair brushing the sky’s blue domeor in some other sceneyou painted with stories of your travels:glittering cities, lantern-hung alleys.You direct my fingers…