ON THE RADIO I HEARD THIS STORM that blurried between sweeps of wiper blades the rolling rural world and backlit suddenly this door-less one-room schoolhouse blocked in with bales of hay was...
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After Hopkins Indivisible I divine in leaf's veins, lung's blood, floodplain and feathered cloud, where the all ails, avail. We've summoned by reduction the valenced none, digressed, through...
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Out At The Root Shore pine on the sea cliff, perennial axletree on which stars wheel—waves of the highest high tide have half-unearthed its hold. The intricate rootwork that like sight of the...
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