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The creak of trees like a crack in the sky. Small purple flowers scattering before a stand of daffodils taking the higher ground with the brightest yellow. Woodpecker holes in soft, dead wood crowded like condos with the best views, below a mile marker of old concrete across the way from what I take for a crumbling altar I think will make a good grill for whatever birds slow down to keep up with me.
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
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The creak of trees like a crack in the sky. Small purple flowers scattering before a stand of daffodils taking the higher ground with the brightest yellow. Woodpecker holes in soft, dead wood crowded like condos with the best views, below a mile marker of old concrete across the way from what I take for a crumbling altar I think will make a good grill for whatever birds slow down to keep up with me.
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
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