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Tag: soil

evening sun

showing me where to dig
Dad’s grave

soil

spring migration

caravans
of sandstone

soil, stones

In my dream the creek says:

I am not your pet. I can rise. In one afternoon I can take back everything I’ve laid down for a thousand years.

soil, trees

In this new upside-down world

crops grow in the absence of sunlight, sexless and cold as an economist’s dream.

cryogenic perturbation, ice, soil
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