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RUTTING

There was nothing simple about it
even then -

an eleven-year-old's hunger
for the wet perfection

of the Alhambra, the musky torsos
of football stars, ancient Egypt and Jacques Cousteau's

lurching empires of the sea, bazaars

in Mughal India, the sacred plunge
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