Draft
Fresh is the breeze that slips into things It comes and goes like a night gown In rooms and even during the daytime Through the window panes seeping is the fine air easily Falling upon the lungs that clear the throat Of what stuffed once pleasantly excommunicated
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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