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Blake spoke to angels, but Cummings walked along the shore of an

abandoned beach listening for a different muse. The water lapped


against his exposed ankles, casting pieces of seaweed and shells on
the shore. And then, he heard them, loud and distinct over the ocean's
easy tumult: "eee...eee...eee!"

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