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tree on business | Scribbling Stone 13

my heart in the marsh man-grove dense we liked the birds alighting with bony feet, dirt feather flight sunlight sneaking aground through my interleaves then came the day they made the road inroads into my heart i shook all aquiver … Continue reading

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