light coming into blue whiteness
of sky above ridge
birds chirping on branches in
lower left foreground
close to those in spirit, “know
how much I thought”
no need of numbers, think of man who
as yet, can go
I made up my mind that the people
were the story in
“to feel the agony of the corpses
pressing forward”
pale orange of sky above shadowed
shoulder of ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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