Whoo, whoo. An owl in the tallest blue spruce. Before sunrise.
Patches of ice
in the driveway.
Facing each other, we held a single brush in the air with our
right hands.
I, left-handed,
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Whoo, whoo. An owl in the tallest blue spruce. Before sunrise.
Patches of ice
in the driveway.
Facing each other, we held a single brush in the air with our
right hands.
I, left-handed,
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