my friend didn’t know the one tree in his backyard was a mulberry still, there are those who see trees as only a green thing that stands in the way Blake wrote in seventeen ninety-nine this week I listened to the sound of wings fluttering to silence on…
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1. Least Concern? Are you negging me? 2. My father wasn’t a finch; nor am I. Good day, sir. 3. Don’t call me Common, punk. I’d like to see you occupy this niche. 4. Have you seen her, parading around with that twig, evicting invertebrates…
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