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“I feel your bear feet on hot desert sands Departs your spirit in its search for -- what? Does it remember greener lands and streams its scorched yes to mirages of still-peculiar joys That nest themselves within your heart? That gentle heart that stays to survive against the wills ambitions & desires. Your diamond essence feels the cutters knife -just now- Know this is done but to release its light. Portrait of Betty Parsons Xmas 1932 Aclfe Dabes
Transcription Notes:
Seems this is a poem, so formatted as such