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Jan 2021
an ectoparasite
doesn’t have
the might to live off
her wooly home. I’d like

to roam. But I’m so
small. And the world’s
so big. I move in it faster
and can relax as

I’m sheltered by
a canine with big teeth
and bushy hind, with a built-in
swatter. And I don’t drink water.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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     Seranaea Jones and rose hopkins
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