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LITURGY II (ENGLISHING ROBERT MARTEAU)


12 (in a sequence of twelve) The oak has fallen into the middle of the blackberry bushes, Bearers of ripe fruit.  It groans along its whole length, Maimed, its crown in disorder, its trunk Like a dead beast abandoned to … Continue reading

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