Lost Nop
I have been looking for my mop
poetry
Blood Tides
Only a moon
Do Not be Deceived
Do not be deceived
A Fossil Skill and Hand
A fossil skill and hand,
There is no logic
There is no logic
To Loren Eisely
In the dark midnight
Winter
In another's arms
The Web
The dark dank corner
Failing of Famrs
Identifying oneself with farms
Compression
Light says the two at once - distance and time
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