the death bed of spring

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  • la 22-05-2022 12:33
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the dust in my yard smells like the death bed of spring, lazy and unusually hot and clinging to the feet and feathers of sparrows sometimes bathing in it. a worm, crawling along the soft peel of a tomato, rotting in a corner, is just as tender as the eye of one of those sparrows …

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