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When will they see the hawkish types are no more able to fly than they are loving of the earth and her animals scampering on two legs, swimming deep, flying on a flap of any kin, of any breed with pulsing blood and thoughts of open pasture and blue sky and peace based in love for sisters and brothers with the same blood; the same mother watching matricidal fratricide again and again and again, children flailing without learning the secret whispered in her wind moaned in her shifts echoed by her current falling in her rain so politic and briny
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
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When will they see the hawkish types are no more able to fly than they are loving of the earth and her animals scampering on two legs, swimming deep, flying on a flap of any kin, of any breed with pulsing blood and thoughts of open pasture and blue sky and peace based in love for sisters and brothers with the same blood; the same mother watching matricidal fratricide again and again and again, children flailing without learning the secret whispered in her wind moaned in her shifts echoed by her current falling in her rain so politic and briny
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