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Tearing at hay with a pitchfork. She visits every day. To touch the animals or play cards under the awning. Looking at me. Most days I do more than needed. And she goes on looking.
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
These Aren't the Droids You Are Looking For
Tearing at hay with a pitchfork. She visits every day. To touch the animals or play cards under the awning. Looking at me. Most days I do more than needed. And she goes on looking.
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
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