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44 Wild Blackberries Not sweet, not tender: tasteless, almost, save the first faint acid sting, faint scratches the canes leave, catching skin: seams where the body opened briefly, tangled at the edge of woods where every dark begins, deer track between thorns too narrow to follow, berries weighing next to nothing in the hand. ...

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