Seven crows, seven poles
digging in an open hole.
Into the red mud,
down through
the centuries recounting.
This is my final turn
to begin again.
Drenched in the red
of this sweet Earth.
A new life planted in the dirt.
Seven rows for seven new souls,
the last of the firsts.
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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