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Rain On Bialogora the descant of the birds the solemn stammer of the mountain the trees rise up like shivering hairs. the Baltic mumbles half dirge, half complaint, the first death by brine. I could live here, eat blue berries confess my sins to the envious trees grow fat and lazy and pretend to be wise. Adam Tod Leverton email: Blog: MySpace: Facebook: Adam Tod Leverton Twitter: @atleverton

Rain on Bialogora