November 8, 2011

SPREAD OUR ASHES ROUND THE YARD






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These sticks they crackle on down like bacon in a pan.
These are poetry enough. Nothing says 'spiritual' like getting stark naked in a forest. Makes you feel close to anything. It's times like these that I really wish I could live like the trees.

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