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#terroir
As a perennial here I’ve grown and died with reasonably quiet roots learnt colloquial voices that let me pass in these beds But frothing coasts, shattered hand held heights, cool plains of forever and cobbled nooks magnetise more with life So bring me the horizon, you wild world and release me of my soil commitments so I can continue
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
Solum