Trees sway in rhythm with the wind,water slaps stone.Cricket chirps fold into the mist.A gray moon hunts these hillsfor the …

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after Richard Rorty Laughteroccurs sporadically, a bit forcedthrough tight lips and tensed jaw.It comes laced with guilty pleasure and rebellion,an …

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Sunlight drifts through a windowilluminates the wall,except where shadows fall. Certainty flutters in my hummingbird heartwhere the kernel of a …

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