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Jun 2020
Groaning the salt and sand
Grind up a caravan
Left here last year.

Dancing the jagged grain
Slice at the wooden frame
Adding veneer.

Howling they bounce across
Splinters of patterned dross
turning to brier.
Written by
Benjamin Brown
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     Milano, Lexie and athousandorchids
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