In the lower pasture water leans into the footings of the small barn.
Colonies of birds take root in the soft mud of new lakes,
a whispered seeping of water into water, the illusion of ground swallowed whole
like a sword.
In the lower pasture water leans into the footings of the small barn.
Colonies of birds take root in the soft mud of new lakes,
a whispered seeping of water into water, the illusion of ground swallowed whole
like a sword.
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