Tuesday, May 28, 2024

The majestic wishes to thank

its roots for its grandeur.  I'm sure, the roots are rooting on every bloom in the singular and in the collective.  
 

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  1. Susan E. GangelJune 8, 2024 at 10:49 AM

    an algebra which does not solve its own proposition, cities and their backstreets circle us back in time, and that moment on the veranda, watching birds looking for their flight

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