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tree skins and silence

… shhhhh, i am inky-quiet and strange to my own touch. I am lo(o)sing my muchness to some mad-and-moonly sky. try and find me here, among these forest fallings; i dare you. i swear, somewhere between there and the whisper … Continue reading

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