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Sunday, July 28, 2019

Marie Bortolotto 2019

The World

I thought you were an anchor in the drift of the
world; but no: there isn't any anchor anywhere.
There isn't an anchor in the drift of the world.
Oh no. I thought you were. Oh no. The drift of
the world.

- William Bronk, American Poet, 1918 - 1996

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