birthplace,
birthplace 64 We leave our son in the attention span of an angel. A window misses a window. I terrify a softspot with the skull of a squirrel. Salt, surgery. The owl’s muscles are bored.
birthplace 64 We leave our son in the attention span of an angel. A window misses a window. I terrify a softspot with the skull of a squirrel. Salt, surgery. The owl’s muscles are bored.

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