A Lexicon of Trees
The apricot my grandmother planted the day that I was born. She made me fried pies in her
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The apricot my grandmother planted the day that I was born. She made me fried pies in her
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I am saying goodbye to my life. Throwing away books, teapots, pens. Saying farewell to my mother’s passport my
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For the houseboat in Amsterdam. The snake of blue through the city will wind without me turn to ice
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What does it mean, that the universe is growing larger, faster? Unlike my life, which seems to be slowing, even as it
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