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I say, "I will hang upside down for your fruits," like the small gray and black birds with the jay caps, those creatures who flutter so joyously on the other side of the window, on... More »
Metta
The gift of the city does not travel with deer, nor new birds to learn the names of, or silence at the rising and setting of the sun. It does not come in broad skylines... More »
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