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After the collapse I could have a house I'd build it with my hands from what pours out of them and whatever I could find Shape the wood with my bare brain Everything there made and loved and the knot unmade
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 7:03 PM UTC
The knot unmade
After the collapse I could have a house I'd build it with my hands from what pours out of them and whatever I could find Shape the wood with my bare brain Everything there made and loved and the knot unmade
january 2021
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 7:03 PM UTC
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