by Lauren Camp
One day this spring, the sky taunted the sycamore / to toss down leaves. Tested the boundary of elm / to take a barb of wind. The ground knew what a clearing
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One day this spring, the sky taunted the sycamore / to toss down leaves. Tested the boundary of elm / to take a barb of wind. The ground knew what a clearing
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