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The Threepenny Review

To the Future

High up on the south face of Tskinias, off to the rightRunning down the meadow at the foot of the last screeIs a dry stone wall. Roughly, the shape it makesOn the green is like a waveringWith a tail like a c, its two ends almost closing.

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