when the sky is patched by feather clouds, a wagtail traverses the adobe shingles one by one, and all the flies change their orbit

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spring-time economies unsprung

reaching to you through time, my fingers brush against shadows, reminiscences spring up and flourish into semi-existence, triggered by a meaningless mingling of a casual word and the whisk of fragrance carried by wind; the chestnut-trees place not-yet-milk-scented candle matrices in the branches of new-shot leaves, and the thrush sings like a scalpel, deeper and […]

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