DAY 30 – Sept 1 full moon draws the tides the dying reach the end of the ride babies are born the numbers will fall on the full moon all the way down to the new moon when life turns around crowned lilies break ground and tiny buds of grape speckle old brown vines puppies bark kittens mewl and we bide our time hold our ragged breath while starlings chorus in the stasis of the virus.
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