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In which she writes more bad earthquake poetry
New Zealand zebra, NZ
My city, whose highest things
    are cranes' arms and the moon,
her face nightly changing.

The following photo almost, but not entirely, fails to bear any relevance to the preceding verse-thing. (Also my camera goes grainy in interesting ways when it's still on the dark side of dawn.)


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