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Jul 2017
did you dream of evil last night, for evil it was.



pocked, bleeding and dead.           back broken.



this morning the garden is damp, a mole  died

peaceably.



plans for a new path are growing, yet there was

evil.



again.



last night.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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     ---, chimaera, Keith Wilson, --- and unnamed
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