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through there:
forest curtain thick.
go.
her name, burnt water
bone bleached bone
moss stone cairn stacked
turn where the fox hollers
fungal underhome
i heard her whisper
i heard her shriek
i heard her whisper (lover)
i heard her moan
blood and burnt water
soil and pointing bone
sticks stone swaying
like a midnight moonless
feral broken tone
sceadugenga 