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Wind Chimes 

The soft refrain
Of ancient algorithms
Race down Sierra slopes,
Reminding me
Of important lessons
Still to learn.

The deep blues
In this magnificent lake
Have no bottom.

I barely notice
The constant press
Of too many people,
And distant drone
Of simple tones
Carried by the wind.

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