| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - june to make it all come to life. within three days, death and then life again, blooming and then drooping, and then much more blooming. as sylvia plath would say, i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am. i am. i am. there is a poetry, there is a certainty. somehow everything collides and the moon is brighter than ever and the horse
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