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you don’t see me but I am here spinning in a flurry we might call a dance if we were together in this so light it is not falling but a spiral race to earth

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It’s time to start the nightshades not the brilliant berries red and deadly as any poison apple but their cousins– peppers, tomatoes, ground cherries seeds on my table lifted on a toothpick planted the depth of one breath mist-watered small … Continue reading

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