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| ice knee with eye |
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| bridges and birders |
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| they took away the burl bowl i had coveted for years but they left my scroll tree, a very nice place to hide from homer tree service. |
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| cartouche |
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| chimaera |
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| ghost tree in dirt |
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| flushed a hawk |
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| mr. funke touched by an angel |
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| anticipating spring afraid i'll miss it |
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| muggleton telegraph |
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| new hopes |
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| not one word |
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| if you put your ear up to the felled tree you can hear the forest. |
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| a very faint yell. |
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| whale on lsd |
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| willin villain |
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