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Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Water Vole. I feel something, and I live with things that are willowy if you disregard the stumps that cover the ground in shapes that are not round or shaped like an evening star. The big stream runs, waiting for the sluice gate to open to the water that whispers. ‘It’s late.’ I gather my memories... Sign in to see full entry.

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