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an extra walk with thee, barney tilrock. |
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barney tilrock and copper roy |
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the rise and fall of great powers (is a book that calls you inside and breathes and expands around you, a book that lives). |
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comet curved (all drawings by pmfitzgerald with apologies for slob photos). |
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coppernicus in flurries |
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woolgathering |
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fen hastens down the alleyway |
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fen looks back in anguish |
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fen stud. |
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focal pointers |
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love between dogs and trees |
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glbo (god love barak obomba). |
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generations of touch |
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princess huntress |
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the art of the lanky sinewy casually graceful strut. |
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barney tilrock, always on time. |
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copp reads the trees for weather. |
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the humblist of kings. |
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tho he was savagely attacked there, he always returns. |
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whenever she talked it was in my ear like a phone, and when she phoned it breathed with her voice. |
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why do people live in chicago, it should be only ghosts living up in here. |
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the race is over, and the sun crowns winnie. |
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