there there’s a rope in the snow if you grab it and hold on you can pull Spring out visit the orchard where civilization sits on the edge of the wild and the moon is unavoidable where you can climb ladders blur pleasure, shame let go where there are resident urban carnivores fruit choices bird choices moss down soft as goodness where there is ear-splitting intimacy rocks crevasses trees so big you can sail into their mouths Tracy Gaughan
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