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[sewn_to_all]

A season of flying things

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[autumnsea]

My favourite lines:

"birds flinging sugar in sound
winged insects reenacting space battles"

"sprinkler water arcs
finding epochs, falling
to tickle green grass in slick kissing"

ah, sublime description.

I believe I can fly. :)

[sewn_to_all]

then you'll be alright
that work creates flight

thanks for le commentaire(sp?)

unga-lung-galunga