birthplace,
birthplace 30 The car moves through a woozy dog and we get our first nonviolent horse. Inside there are stories about the executioner’s daughter and her famous piggyback rides. I like the rain when it’s raining but am sad when I know simply that it’s rained. You can die from seeing double but not from looking at my father’s paintings of impossible cameras. No one wants to find a baby. God is still learning to faint.
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