For summer, when not everything needs to make sense, from There’s the Hand and There’s the Arid Chair.
from Flowers / by Tomaz Salamun
My great-grandmother was able
to make everything except shoes.
We carried bark.
For summer, when not everything needs to make sense, from There’s the Hand and There’s the Arid Chair.
from Flowers / by Tomaz Salamun
My great-grandmother was able
to make everything except shoes.
We carried bark.
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