He steals away at half past noon. And thirty years have passed. The new moon's spectral crescent, like rice paper, white, translucent. Carrot scraps and apple parings atop the compost pile— the rat is scavenging again. Sunflower seed and thi… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader False Spring perfectsublimemasters April 2 He steals away at half past noon. And thirty years have passed. The new moon's spectral crescent, like rice paper, white, translucent. Carrot scraps and apple parings atop the compost pile— the rat is scavenging again. Sunflower seed and thistle, I've scattered in the grass. A house finch, cherry-breasted, a goldfinch, lemon-feathered, a titmouse, tufted. […] Read more of this post Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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