and when we spoke /we spoke /the sounds of our voices fell / into the air single and /solid and rounded and really /there /and then dulled, and then like sounds /gone, a fistful of gathered /pebbles there was no point /in taking home, dropped on a beachful /of other coloured pebbles
-Margaret Atwood
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