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The ground holds so much
Texture line curvature forms
Downcast perception

Linking to the light
Finding it lives everywhere
Juncos wing thrumming

A nest of juncos
Hidden by thick cedar boughs
Thrumming from inside

Long hollow stalks snap
Windwalker pipes through the reed
A thrumming of wings

A misshapen thing
Came out before the other
Dead with beetroot throat

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