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#indianpipes
Indian pipes rise ghostly from ancient compost of needled tears shed white bells corpse-silent shunning Light’s vital touch sleeping instead in symbiotic beds of gracious hosts, who in turn kiss the feet of living Giants lushly burning gilded rays to fuel their green economy
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
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