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11 September 2013

A title better than the body -- revisit

Isle of Pines (Youth)

In our youth we were pines,
all of us islands connected
underwater by archipelagos
& si, no está muerto,
está ojust comenzado. Esta
bueno.

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Little is known of the pre-Columbian history of the island, though a cave complex near the Punta del Este beach preserves 235 ancient drawings made by the native population.

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One of the biggest factors is luck.

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In our youth we were pines
on islands. In our youth we were
not yet how we wanted to be, we
didn't know how. I still don't
but I am no longer a youth.

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In our youth we were
inland, made to be another way,
in our youth we were pirates,
the long dugout canoes
of American crocodiles.

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In our youth we were pines,
we were pining,
blooming invisibly,
seeds that require wildfire.

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