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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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10.16.17

The eerie calm before Ophelia arrives: all the birds are quiet, except for my resident wren, whose song entwines with the susurrus of restless trees. I'm partial to stormy days, despite the peril. Maybe cuz of it. The senses are keener.




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