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September 17, 2014 by Wayne.

She’s tall and pale against the smoked sky, lips berry red, hair twisted in elflocks, and her eyes
Her eyes say
if you work in teams, you can nail down the tricky flavours
the years will not come for you then
you don’t have to hide, or act, or talk in Haywoods,
just breathe
in the pine, crisp and quickly fading
It’s true, I find this easier, much easier.

Onward, then.

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