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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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03.26.14

Ah March, the month of mild disaster, burial by books, shambolic parades of errant words! But the trees burst with buds, the sky teem with paired crows, the daily pulse of light strengthens with each new day. So, c'mon my cruel April...




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