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Winged horse, strike stars
My photo of the Rouillard bronze.
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She holds the empty cup and looks out through the door for the moon. This Early Dark
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The Roe Deer
for Vigdis Storsletten
The shadows of the trees and the frost-heaved stones over long seasons have shaped this grazing question, with ears that cup the hush.
He is the thief the blossom has desired all the untold summers, the forager the grass has hungered for. Awake to the hiding place where you believe yourself unknown,
he is the answer you once lived, the imaginary kingdom’s real heartbeat.
Let the trees stir above you. Draw that deepest breath, and keep your secret. He knows you are here. The Roe Deer has appeared in Commonweal Magazine.
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