24.10.08
What does it taste like when dead ponderosa saps into the soil of the earth? And the dark dank pine is clover fueled and weak? When a shipping knot is knit for the complementary? And the elder bids well, bows, and closes for the night? Does Friday bring a new desire? A redemption song plays muttered in disbelief.
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