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Judy Annear |
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same |
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same
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he had same
things— are children
same regardless
they notice same
things. I could see
the mountains he
said. looking
through glass colours and
risk. the lights he
said were
marvellous. strange
domestic objects speak
up— who dies and
when sudden
unknown. he said more
noise than expected. special words
long— green ink why
not. full of places to be inside. much better
than the train he
said.
time also
flew— couple of
bumps. touching
hiding places scented objects assume speak change
shape and function —
are friends and enemies— some cloud on
the way — what
else can I say |
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