pause
water’s weight and flight
and my porous boundaries
valley filled with sky
equilibrium’s sink, rise
water is an always word
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86. Jardim, by Catherin J Pascal Dunk
A verbing for Selma Martin Each day I go springing outside with my mulberried hair caping for gooseberries measurling the seed growth as the...
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B ack to the Garden to revive the lost souls ... -
I find a new path in the gardens it’s everywhere I’ve been before on foot, and thinking back to this a garden as if someone ...
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Spindrift and Scotch Mist inviting Debbie Robson for my late friend, Gail Hennessy You would love the venue with a view of the splendid sw...
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