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We sang it a song before it went in the ground
The souls of animals are the minds of sleeping people
A handful of dirt
You cherish this box because it once held your dreams
the blackberries in the big wild garden
The kids round here look just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands
A prayer in the living darkness
Courtesy between gods and mortals
The stone that told me
A smile comes to the mouth of the river.
the Oaf names a cat
How to raise your child like a warrior
Southern children walk barefoot on gravel roads
So your kids want a pet
new soil
This isn't fair
Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
backyard
Let's get milk-faced and hum like rabbits
dead art
The time I smashed a cat's skull with a brick
memory hole
Welcome home; grab a shovel
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