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How many moons must go by in which I miss your gaze? There is no reason I should care but the forest is ablaze and ashes are falling all around. I see the smoke curl around branches and all I think about is tender shoots pregnant with sap. Why must

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Spring has bloomed before my eyes.  The air smells thick of daphne and hyacinth.  Who can complain about that?  Maybe those with allergies and those who are still dealing with snow.  Well take some nettles and wait for the snow to melt. I recently installed a show at a gallery

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