"But the green nuts are falling on my heart."
(a real line of poetry - by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. From Marguerite Wilkinson's New Voices, 1924.)
How stories fall apart
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There is also sweetness. If Lilith and I get to the top of the cemetery,
where the mountains are, and we often do, we find Ola and Hoku. Ola's got a
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