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Meanwhile, 95 miles south by south(l)east,

This poem has straight dark hair and ponytails and idle dimples. It’s simple, really: just add a few monks chanting in {prig}Latin, a satin stir -fry of peppers and mush -rooms of lingered lawn mowers (the scent of fresh-cut summer). … Continue reading

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