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shell

on a stretch of beach put to your insecure ear a small shell roars

but it is your ear your air you have listened to bouncing off the whorls

off this beach gathered sold and set upon a shelf still a pretty thing

dusty dusted held against your selfish ear your secrets back to you

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.

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