March 3rd 2016

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almost
····spring—the morning’s birdsong like
········knives
·ring
T.S. Eliot wrote that April was the cruelest month. I’m not so sure. The birds that come to feed in the morning are beautiful little creatures, but fierce for all their size.
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118 March 3rd 2016 | bottlecap

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