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It's then I hear a voice,
a crystal shining icicle clear voice,
cold water but made of sound,
tells me, keep my connection to the spirits strong
Jimmy Santiago Baca, Winter along the Rio Grande, poem 2

The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.
M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March

Then you should say what you mean, the March Hare went on.
I do, Alice hastily replied; at least - at least I mean what I say - that's the same thing, you know.
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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