Now
I am a hundred years old.
Now I can hear the ocean in other people.
Now I can rest inside the dark quivering throat of a pale blue bird.
Now when I close my eyes I am nothing but the color red.
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I am a hundred years old.
Now I can hear the ocean in other people.
Now I can rest inside the dark quivering throat of a pale blue bird.
Now when I close my eyes I am nothing but the color red.
STUDYING WITH BRUCE FERTMAN 