Cat Over Clock

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West Hill Roll

the west hills fog rolls over waking mind sweet into autumn calm perspective held innate gift of northern hemisphere the yearly journey takes breath hiding beneath leaves rain dampens the light sky clears brisk and bright   

Plug phys.eee.ol.Oh.gee

Sound breaks into me knows I stretch my mouth wider.  Yawns taste clapping hands.   


Through the lit window Shining eyes over pages Moss thick trees mourn her

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