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I think you're from an island.
There's a green light behind you,
Beaches, coral reefs,
Small lagoons, harbors.
Or perhaps
You're from a mountain village.
There's an open calmness in you,
A restaurant with a terrace,
The shadow of a steep cliff face,
Sunshine, farms.
You are not
from any city, I know,
because you looked straight at me.
And I travel
Where I have never gone before.
Within you, there is so much
Left to be discovered.
July 29, 1974.
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