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Peace with the Moon |
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renju: |
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Carole, Paul, Sheila, Eiko, Norman, |
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Sosui, Chris, Sprite, Carmen, William, |
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sabaki: |
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eiko yachimoto |
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sitting by the fire |
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I make peace with the moon |
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softly, softly, night |
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John Carley |
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pen to parchment |
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behind frosted windows |
Carole MacRury |
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the lads strip off |
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and jump into a pool |
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of hot spring water |
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Paul Conneally |
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a shell far inland |
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holds the song of the sea |
Sheila Windsor |
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a subtle crescendo, |
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the waves of new green |
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show the path of winds |
Eiko Yachimoto |
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at the fête, the mayor’s wife |
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wins all the prizes |
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Norman Darlington |
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at sunrise |
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an airplane on the runway |
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about to take off |
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Sosui Yuasa |
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fifty miles from noon |
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in a dark volcanic cloud |
Chris Drake |
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dad’s sooted soul |
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and no proper time to say |
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all our good-byes |
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Sprite (Claire Chatelet) |
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smiling eyes of my next door |
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neighbour’s teacup puppy |
Carmen Sterba |
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in flagrante |
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the teacher’s wistful gaze |
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gently chided |
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William Sorlien |
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bright stars and moonbeams |
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caught in your hair |
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Paul |
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the tangled dreams |
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of an old goose unable |
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to rejoin the flock |
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Carole |
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with a bottle in his hand |
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Kikaku reels in autumn chill |
Sosui |
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high above the craggy |
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valley floor, a floating bridge |
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takes form |
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Norman |
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the tollkeeper says |
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you can pay me tomorrow |
Paul |
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penny, petal, pearl or pain |
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who’s picking a daisy |
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in the blossom rain |
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Eiko |
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a black butterfly lands |
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again in her basket |
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Chris |
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while we slept |
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prayer flags whispered, |
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breath of passing spring |
Sheila |
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the Sylheti alphabet |
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deep in the mirror |
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Sprite |
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evening lull |
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wild irises punctuate |
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the rice paddies |
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Carmen |
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baby girl’s giggle |
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for her first firefly |
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William |
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a bobbin-winder |
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for my pa |
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I’ll be afore I’m ten! |
Norman |
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the twists and turns |
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of the Cresta Run |
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Paul |
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picking up bits and |
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pieces, seeing crowds in |
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unheard-of relationships |
Chris |
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matchmaker, matchmaker |
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what have you wrought? |
Carole |
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old wife’s warm grin |
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pushes an old grocer to |
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his horse race holiday |
Eiko |
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an orchard of ripe apples |
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fragrant with dew |
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Sheila |
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pulled by the moon |
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a low hum rises from |
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white brushed fields |
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Sprite |
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before the loud cry of |
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battle, a withered mountain |
William |
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three veterans |
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huddle as they fish |
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in a cove |
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Carmen |
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Moby Dick, where are you |
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when we need you? |
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Chris |
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a cube of cheese |
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and a pickled onion |
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on a cocktail stick |
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Paul |
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heat shimmer, from each side |
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we call and wave |
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Sheila |
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Yoshino Blossoms |
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surely, our friend will return |
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to sit down with us |
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Sosui |
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from a makeshift hut, woodsmoke |
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mingling with the haze |
Norman |
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