The Last Holyhock
Pears that never get ripe
Some Plums
An afternoon's foraging
It's good to be home.-Jn
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I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
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you are holding that chicken like one holds a bagpipe.
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