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at work in the sandbox milk toothed Elohim balance stick, stone and moss shape continents from dreams tiny, unfettered fingers excavate their worlds of sand things discarded, left to rot are gold in grimy hands bark and stones dead bees and bones leaves and sleeves of snakes, outgrown never too old to learn never too young to teach every treasure is swallowed by the sand on the beach
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sandbox
at work in the sandbox milk toothed Elohim balance stick, stone and moss shape continents from dreams tiny, unfettered fingers excavate their worlds of sand things discarded, left to rot are gold in grimy hands bark and stones dead bees and bones leaves and sleeves of snakes, outgrown never too old to learn never too young to teach every treasure is swallowed by the sand on the beach
ephraim
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
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