April 12th 2016

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piles
····and piles of dirt—the mole’s spring
········cleaning
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By the end of the day the sun broke through the clouds, the kind of sunlight that’s the most beautiful of all—an end of the day gold that makes the breaking clouds a beautiful black and tarnished silver. The few leaves left by the summer before let go in a calm like this—like tissue of gold.
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158 April 12th 2016 | bottlecap

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