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| hibernation. |
August is almost closed for business, that is alright I guess. This month has been good, full of woods and fields, trees and wide horizons, not much more a girl can ask for. I think I have knitted enough branches together in my mind to last me through the coming winter. I even buried a bit of my heart in a backyard forest north north of a tiny home beside the highway, it will rest there till next spring. Now it's time for sleep.
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| a love cluster. |
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| algonquin on the horizon. |
