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  looks like it’s going to rain you say nimbus grows dense between the spaces between the cells and rills and dales and planes and membranes   within in between and in places unseen where i am not countable measurable comprehensible not skin nor bone nor sinew nor muscle nor node nor synapse in those places not yet named where I am…   you know   me?   dark black sometimes grey whorls of water in array silently gathering filling…

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