Let’s run away just you and I and climb above the hills from where we’ll call the earth to stop and cleanse itself from ills. Below us mountains will burn and smolderin fumes of orange glowand at the grand cross of Here and Therewill throw a wish to sow....
If I could crawl and curl inside your mind or crouch behind the pupil of your eye I’d probe each tiny detailI would become a sleuth I’d learn all about the way you see the truth. I’d catch each fleeting moment to see so many thingswhich are buried in...
Brown Hairstreak farfalla skipped by the sea she fluttered and flapped and buzzed like a bee over dry shrubby bushes sharp spiny whorled leaves that coiled and looped on the ridged rocky reef.She sniffed stiff greenthreadshoneybush caramel and sweet-scented thymeand...
The Boy in the Box -Book
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