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poisoned by the fresh air and the sunlight.
he’s so boring his preferred pronouns are ho/hum.
solipsism.
towing seagulls like white kites.
Black-cloaked rooks lift off fences as we pass and return to the same spot as though tethered by invisible strings.
where the fields are stitched together in a patchwork of squares.
