days of stone
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so crisp the autumn sun, then winter Ryan Stone
storm understory broken nest glitter, lone magpie Ryan Stone
into the spring dawn baby kookaburras launch fresh twitter accounts Ryan Stone
determined thief— forest fire steals all but their last embrace Ryan Stone
ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone
strangers greet her with expectant eyes at the nursing home Ryan Stone
the warm buzz of making honey —summer glow Ryan Stone
at the hot springs below the line of thought I find you, old friend Ryan Stone
confused cicadas singing late night lovesongs —bright summer moon Ryan Stone
unnoticed in cracked city pavement— daisies Ryan Stone
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