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| blueberries | even as the sky is ripped by the passage of angels airborne on the breath of a tardy winter, the sharp ends of pointed wings perforating the written word, the image tangible, we find it is we who are the fabric of each other's expression. | 011216 |
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| cube |
very sweet - thank you for the experience. i remain your humble devotee ... |
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