Monthly Archives: April 2012

Foresting the Hillside

Sometimes, when the butter just warms up, you’ll run outside with feathers trailing behind you. Your darkest furrowed look — how impressive you seem. But it bodes well. Amazing arms, something extrudes from fingers — seeds, shooting from the fingertips … Continue reading

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