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Pinned by the sun between solsticeAnd equinox, drowsy and tangled togetherWe drifted for months and wokeWith the bitter taste of land on our lips-Pablo Neruda 

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips
-Pablo Neruda 

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