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| birdmad |
seen in the corroded iron the spurs that hang on inside the garage door with the other odd relics it cleaves away in little flakes not so many ghosts as echoes the things that ring clearest in memory grandfather tinkering in that space, his little dogs always around his feet this house has not been here that long, but some of it's contents have echoes |
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