grey rain cloud against top of
shadowed green ridge
drops falling into bird bath by
fence in foreground
horizon present, the form in which
is still to come
the one that was, nothing herself
by means of, last
multiplicity of voices as if on
their own set loose
into motion Simone de Beauvoir who
died today at 98
light grey rain cloud still against
invisible ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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