There are oranges
the color of gossip
There is tea bruited
to honeyed brownThere is dreaming--
tastes like freedom
There is water shed
parading like blood
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stopping by the woods on a snowy... afternoon
I graded most of the day and then sat on my butt trying to motivate myself to get off it when L emailed to see if I was up for a walk. I was...
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