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THE KIN OF THE FOREST-FALLING TREE

A muffledrondo of birdsongand chorus of child’s playblend under the mutesky of white-gray. A breath but wades a bitinto a fractionof the body’s depthand does not much inflate,but still allowscontinuance of life,a little bit of soundanda little bit of light. … Continue reading

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