wildlady bugs me to death no end of the bugging she does it drones on monotonously ike a chattering rainfall onto the sea and the silence of the dragons chattered by that sound there are birds here by the thousand screaming there tethering songs in the airfare unitary three platform they drown out the sound of the trains arriving and departing and they never go anywhere else other than here at night
night is darkness and noise trouncing salience but if you open the innate the sounds of the marina come flocking offer your head like shallow moons drafts over the stars and a blanket of streamside shimmying where no one else can swim
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I like the way this moves from insect language (bugs, drones) through birds and dragons to the air and water outside. There were two unusual couplings - 'trouncing salience' and 'streamside shimmying'; the latter is very onamatopaic (if that's how you spell it). I prepared something for my blog, but it wouldn't post. I'll try again later. I can't get onto the OU site at the moment. I don't know if it's down.
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