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lawn at dawn

Framed by our kitchen window he would ride his garden tractor around his yard next door cut the grass in casual swoops around the tree along the wire link fence monotonous passes smiling at some thought contained within the white … Continue reading

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thoughts below ground 5

the aether is warming again O Best Beloved with tales of our cousin the fire snake who in his unending ecstasy tightly wraps his coils three and a half times around the base of the eternal tree and offers the … Continue reading

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thinking below ground

Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can’t be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, and achievement seems like magic, I sit down here in my subterranean office … Continue reading

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