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I’m puzzled— Listening to raindrops falling with a rhythm on the rooftop. Are rhythms happening by pre-arrangement, like a pattern that connects us? A number trickery— the Fibonacci— is a series what describes us? Or just some ludicrous coincidences— linking poems and numbers and art? And raindrops, causing me to write about them— as they drum upon my conscious.
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