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The Name
The drum continued
in intricate antiphonal
pulse-like steps that
led down a stairway
to the sea crashing
crunching against jagged
rocks: the drumming
would stop only when the
earth was named.
That night the
drums did not stop.
in intricate antiphonal
pulse-like steps that
led down a stairway
to the sea crashing
crunching against jagged
rocks: the drumming
would stop only when the
earth was named.
That night the
drums did not stop.
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