if one can be once upon a time, can two be twice? three is rarely a crowd when loved is few four birds call dissonant in darkness, deep in woods, cast upon each her own wind the first before me, I stand between wise men, the Other at my back each kills a bird with one stone while we are all for Nought none is for all cc: Chagall 2021
The Numbers Game
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January 22, 2021