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Aberdaron
We
may suppose he has been here. There is
with
one word, and so many millennia.
We must suppose it. Nothing
else
will free the hung jury of our reason,
counting
to ten, to a hundred, a thousand—
and
the shadow of a gull's wing on the water,
the slow breaking of the sea.
Aberdaron
is the village at the
tip of the
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