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| misstree |
day dawns another one do what you can (czeslaw milosz) |
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| crOwl | bellyfire's in the right, these go in the left. | 040202 |
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| birdmad | the meaning of the world, secretly and scrap by scrap, torn free from countless fortune cookies and lingering between loose change and books of matches | 040202 |
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| belly fire |
every pot has a lid -Grandma Browne |
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| idonthaveaname |
And the year rolls round, slow, slow: Autumn will fade to winter and winter melt in spring, New life return again to every living thing. Soon, this will have happened long ago. - from One Summer Morning by Dinah Maria Mulock (Craik) . |
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| idonthaveaname |
i find songs in my pockets here is one y'all might know: the cracks thea gilmore) avalanche . |
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| raze |
thin thread loosely woven fingers knotted with tossed off turns of phrase wet but never wanting |
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what's it to you? who go |
blather from |