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Fresh from Vermont

I am open.
I am dwelling in the tender of cracked, of heart. I am cracked heart wheat, I am twenty-seven grains threshed, I am flattened under the sickle of sun and pressed like pine into the sparking flint of snow.



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Poet and Tarot Reader, specializing in Water Cartography
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