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Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
The walls of the room are white and clean -all sign's of yesterdays sorrows scrubbedaway with bleach.
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.
To enter here, you have to shrink
and slow down, down. A day
is one tick of the clock, one blink