iamcynical
stone angel worms wiggle in the wet spots
| iamcynical hawk glides the hills i wander through |
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| iamcynical finished the book i know the name of that bird |
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| iamcynical at daybreak deer discussing the weather with mom |
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| iamcynical finished with my run the trees keep moving |
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| iamcynical sweating milk bottles next to one another in the box |
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| iamcynical child crying the last scent of lavender |
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| iamcynical sitting outside the time it takes an ant to cross a flagstone |
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| iamcynical before the parade empty chairs line the street |
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| iamcynical died of old age full moon's light |
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| iamcynical grey clouds walking umbrella in hand |
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| iamcynical someone awake in the middle of the night raining |
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| iamcynical removing a storm window buds of the cherry |
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| iamcynical i counted eight geese disappearing behind the houses |
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| iamcynical picking up from the bus facets of a stone |
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| iamcynical black boat in the river i can't see beyond the trees |
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| iamcynical deer prints i wipe the mud off my shoes |
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| iamcynical changing a lightbulb i wonder where she is now |
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| iamcynical driving through shadows of trees |
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| iamcynical above the road sign a flock of birds scatters |
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