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With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past,
I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed;
a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all,
a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension
to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.
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Dave Matthes (In This House, We Lived, and We Died)
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Every pine tree I walked beneath had its particular inflection, its needles hissing in frequencies subtly different from the ones before β the dictionary term is βpsithurismβ, the noise of wind passing through leaves β an evergreen language that sounded like whispered words.
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Nick Hunt (Where the Wild Winds Are: Walking Europe's Winds from the Pennines to Provence)