Remember deer, remember feet, the town below them, the sky above, the plains of sun and looking clouds, that spangle of night, some rocks, some water, it wasn’t always but it often was
Trestling trees beam forage or original and thought of winter sky formulating diligent frozen stream bearing star bearing different bearing on
loose Orion afterburner collects data full of fizzing townies whose normal eyes shift fractions in strict dilation feet on earth like a chance encounter with a goose or quarantine
a fence fit for a forest while restitution controls mindspace rapture promoting supposed ideals sluicing in the normalized flood with creamy diction and full throated effect of doctored
weekend war crimes make a great mattress to source while effort collapses to words at the edge of bison in the wind
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