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Somethings Are … better boxed away from intruder’s eyes,like strange loneliness that only I can seein those old B&W photographs, a secluded house – lost the house key, twice.Me, such a small pale object againsta dark background of pine. I fell out of that swing tied to a branch,rope broke, and my arm, my fingers … Continue reading For Twiglets 251