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The Imaginary Orchard

Nothing was burning around its borders and yet the fruit picked then and there was as hot as the baked pears in the cinnamon and maple syrup that singed my tongue just before we kissed. An Orchidist with the same … Continue reading

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From Our Words

I do smiles; I take care and keep well in this palliative noir: the balance between sun and shadow and you in my life. I managed to hunt out wild ones in the hospice; in these words you reorganise. I … Continue reading

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