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Sometimes walking around with a camera, at the right moment you “see the image”, the actual slab of stone in this picture was a virgin blank standing there waiting to be used for another purpose. After I came home, looking at the photo, I realized the slab in the picture could be my virtual paper for a poem. And so I wrote.

 (sorry about the plural use “slabs”, second line in the photograph, alas…)

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