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Claudia SereaWhere was I? you ask
so small, in the fruit’s bright green At sunset, when I moved just so the rays would shine through my belly the pink hazy spider by thin threads of tissue, as the chick’s seed could be seen when Grandma raised the egg shaded the shell rotated it, Return to Volume 6.2 |
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