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the salt lens
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The Salt Lens
They ground the crystal
with salt in the slurry,
each grain a star’s ghost
dissolving into glass.
Through it,
I could bring Saturn close enough
to see the shadow of a moon
crossing its face —
but the lens fogged
on nights when the sea‑wind rose,
salt reclaiming
what it had given.
At its clearest,
I saw my own eye
reflected in the dark between its rings,
and knew the map I sought
was also looking back.
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