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50 i will know you by your red carnation The box probably full of live animals or other animals has gone missing and with it the sense of crushed sadness to which we’d so lovingly tended and now we have what on our hands— not nothing but not the sky either and time seems nearly correct but that is its mischievous nature. What is it that we are attached to— stamps, ferns, nettles? To have lost as we have so greatly and to discover we still hold abundance— how does this and anything happen? We’ve seen the stars blown out not returning and yet we have also seen whole fleets in jars. ...

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