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June 10, 2026
More in The Tax-man Cometh after seeing an old man on a park bench
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one squirrel paused to admire acorns to taste the fragrance of oak bark
the edge of the grass the deep brown of the dirt the long thin sliver of granite revealed from the pits of hell below.
the filaments of holiness worming along the azure above - and one owl realizing, dinner.
are you the owl my love
are you the owl?
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