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all that mattered was something I couldn't remember
Friday, February 03, 2006
bird song
and dread.
a memory?
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there'd be days
tonight's lines
lord, I'm coming home
dulcimer
always, thomas stearns
like you were walking into
conference of birds
spicer
look up to
again
sugar water
shadow love
slow movement
dance
come to
bird song
as little green
sunday
source
beginnings
for all that
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