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oil pond mirrors the darkness the november
day                  sun draws white against the grey
this       leaf  lays on earth
meanwhile james the seeds grow
and i gets smaller

stay safe
listen
to the divine air now


we are starting to breathe
a little
no one
is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of
the night.

we spin.
do not dignify the challenges. tread sweetly,
move on.

it is simply.
not worth fretting.
what is it?

how will they know for thinking
comes silent inside our heads
unless we utter
varying kinds
and ages

it dries and cracks if not stored with care

biscuit tins are useful
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