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The fire was so fierce,so fair like an opal;the most primal burn."Death haunts these trees,"the woman said, as she held the potof beetroot soup above the fire.They spoke from the basement; living in the dark space,nerves too locked up to to look out the windowand…
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Night already falls and I realise I haven't filled the day's basket to my satisfaction. I've put in the little and big daily duties, but forgot the dreams, to smell the lilac's perfume, pick a branch of the jade plant, listen to an old jingle, sing with the black bird,…
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