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Sun Up Tallies

  • five otters: watery rope to braid the Nolichucky with morning
  • three women: iridescent bubbles to pastel an empty sky
  • one man & IPhone: news to bob along a data jetstream
  • four orange rinds, nine cherry pits: exiles to witness the wages of appetite

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