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                                                            morning
                                                            through the
                                                            open door

                                my grandmother
                                stands in the sunny garden

                                birds

                                she walks through the long grass

                                by blue slippers,
                                the mist on her back,
                                she crouches

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

… part of: nan
Genesta Road & silence wormhole: silence
green wormhole: Life on Mars?
grey wormhole: ‘she shook the sweets …’
muse wormhole: Jackie’s smile

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