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)ha, i forgot this in draft(  maybe i just leave it this way, though i haven't have i, left it. i go back there looking, just like lulu, like a panorama looking. i see this abandoned playing field, ochre track wet, color of burial clay, springy reminiscent, hardening with time, old for a running track,  of what
this panorama makes me think of what's coming i say for the threatened emptiness of this space