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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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