What the Laughter SaidKarl Parker
for Fanny Howe Line and form magnify glass. Some kind of setup down by the woods, a few thrown flares, and we’re sure. Here are rivulets across and through downwardly decomposing layers of leaves. Light moves too soon, it says. Everything’s a butterfly flickering over darkening flowers.
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