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God's Acre
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To escape the mind but for a day, I sure would make the trip, and leave machine unmanned before it knew I slipped.
Bryant Vielman 10/23/24 Bryant Vielman 10/23/24

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petite mouths
Andy Lujan 10/18/24 Andy Lujan 10/18/24

petite mouths

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automobiles
Andy Lujan 10/12/24 Andy Lujan 10/12/24

automobiles

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A bird went by overhead, clutching something in its beak. Oddly, I thought of you— flitting, so to speak.
Bryant Vielman 10/11/24 Bryant Vielman 10/11/24

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Rage is Pain’s gritted teeth; its unpaid bills piled in heaps.
Bryant Vielman 10/9/24 Bryant Vielman 10/9/24

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What other recourse is there when zeal has disappeared; when passion her bags has packed, and hobby, appeal? To where when dram no longer quells, and wings we used to soar no longer take to air, but peak on valley floors?
Bryant Vielman 10/9/24 Bryant Vielman 10/9/24

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