Instant: Flower season

Spring seems to come every year. The apple tree in the front patio has leaves. The direct sun season in the living room: finished). All others have begun to take their dogs to longer walks. (The season of walking my dog ​​in relative peace: for more.) The trees take away the pollen and my nose…

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Dry the spine

That slipped It was not a flood – Without clean edge or unique breakup – But a drawn thread, Chip of the grip of root folds and Nightfall A thirst took THE CURVE OF YEARS And he held it, hardening until the skin broke. Not drought, But the absence return. MONTHLY GLOBAL ANOMALIA OF TERRESTRE…

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