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Day Thirty I like a poem because it's not like a painting. Because I'll confidently cradle something stainless; hold the exceptio...
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Day Nineteen In our village by the mountain, there lived A man p eople called The Wrestler , It was long ago, when my dad was a kid. He - ...
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Day Twenty Fantastic style designs on pottery from Hacilar. Image from Yakar 2005. The ancients believed That culture was Construed by pot...
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Day Twenty-Six Let me exhibit a woman, it's not important who. Notice her hair has altered since it was familiar with my fingers. Her ...
One of my favorites so far. "Screwed up to shaking but too spooked to unfurl." I love that.
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