I
Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
...
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I
Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
...
[+]
Once upon a time, in the softness and perfect blossoming of a July summer, a butterfly was fluttering at the whim of the wind, under the knowing gaze of the sun. She flew high in the sky, highe ... [+]