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| smile of a dog | overhead in the waterlogged sky, three geese fly, and the noise they make i have strained to hear all my life, not just this time, stopping, while throwing hay to the goats, squishing mud out from their hooves. | 050209 |
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| egger | 's skin prickles | 051125 |
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| Piso Mojado | wild_geese | 051126 |