From the Backyards of the Memory

From the Backyards of the Memory

Years of dreams kept these greens fresh in me. An unhinging end of the world, among the deep dark forests, whose walls I can’t say were like chiselled stone. Rather the walls were the mud, backed by time. A pure dream, that often woke me amidst the

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