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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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