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Suppose it’s easy to slip into another’s green skin,bury yourself in leavesand wait for a breaking, a breaking open, a breaking out. I have, befo [...]
At the cabin in Snug Hollow near McSwain Branch creek, just spring, all the animals are out, and my beloved and I are lying in bed in a soft silence.
I remember watching my mother / with the horses, the cool, fluid / way she’d guide those enormous / bodies around the long field
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