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Your invitation was lost in the mail, is what they tell you - like the last crocus to bloom in spring lonely in tardiness. Pick your head up, crocus. I will watch you bloom.
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Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
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Your invitation was lost in the mail, is what they tell you - like the last crocus to bloom in spring lonely in tardiness. Pick your head up, crocus. I will watch you bloom.
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Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
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