Sleeping Walnuts
Something, here, moving, the sound is like a house without people, a box without contents, a bird without sky.
The walnuts have all gone to sleep.
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- (eleventh: The Privilege)
- (tenth): Whale Fall
- (ninth): Take it
- (eighth): No Boy
- (seventh): Seacaptured
- link to our PIECES (art/writing) project
- (sixth): Sleeping Walnuts
- (fifth): The Comedies
- (fourth): The Skin, A Bird
- (third): A Sheep From Wools
- (second)--The Function of It
- (first)--Flap, flap, flap
- Oct.7, there is a story of a woman who kept a fly....
- oct. 6, a park devoted to abandoned cats and carni...
- Oct 4, i bought a peacock-like hat
- Oct. 2, I bought a spoon with a face
- Oct. 1, I bought a typewriter
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