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I saw the sun descend I saw the sun descend the painted bird wither and I wept. I saw a black snake and a white snake wrestle or make love in a round pond and I was amazed. I heard the rain drops beat like the throb of the earth drum and you took me in and made me a little less cold. And in that make shift shelter of bones and bark I came upon myself as if in a cracked mirror. I was still so far from homelike a drowning fish. Adam Tod Leverton (