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The First Nice Day After so Much Wind & Before All That Snow
The sun is electric fire until it isn’t At some point it’s beneath me Right now the moon is beneath me The sun is only eye level if I...
Siberian Fairy Tale
Inspired by the works of Alfred Kubin It rarely stands upright Comes day, noon, or night It peeks over the hills Scattering children and...
Over the Hill, Around the Bend
Over the years We meet ourselves We have to decide What do we think?
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