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Bardo's Calculus
At first apple blossoms broke like vapors in the brittle wind. Later gingko turned yellow was given the uncertain opportunity… rush to red to brown like maples. All the while Coltrane’s young birds squalled tenderly, “we exist”. In the calculus of bardo light becomes dark your breath my breath earth’s basso profundo.
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