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1 " I own a crevice stuffed with mossand a couch of lemming fur;I sit and listen to the musicof water dripping on a distant stone.Or I sing to myselfof stealth and lonelinessNo one comes to see mebut I hear outsidethe scratching of claws,the warm, inquisitive breath … (from 'The Hermitage') "
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