At Twilight
Violet mountain
peaks—
silhouette of a
woman
beside her lover.
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Last night my sheep ate the moon. No, really. The moon was just cresting over the field where she was grazing and she stretched out ...
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a brief walk with my sister fallen redwood tree decaying for centuries— a gray fox meets my gaze -
We go back to the soft mind before the fracture into glass shards— the shattering of a lovely box of mirrors. Lincoln—an old man in a...
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