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[ldamoff]

Concerning the cycles and rhythms of an unclean air during a Lenten season (with apologies to Eliot, as well as my dearest friends)
Or
As Robb would have it rendered: “Compost”Breath flows over lips and tongue

Comments

[jaezesse]

Wow. Thank you for this. I connect at many points. Very well articulated and poemized. You have a good brain between them ears.

You, love.