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i can slowly trace the changes- the moment she picked up an almanac and put structure around the future she was a dead woman now assume she is you her ideas threaded like dreamcatchers embellished with feathers, beads that sag their delicate threads assume she is given bait that she counts magpies their cloud white throats a portent that does not sit well around her neck assume she will live her life as these things expect
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
almanac
i can slowly trace the changes- the moment she picked up an almanac and put structure around the future she was a dead woman now assume she is you her ideas threaded like dreamcatchers embellished with feathers, beads that sag their delicate threads assume she is given bait that she counts magpies their cloud white throats a portent that does not sit well around her neck assume she will live her life as these things expect
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
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