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review version

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html import

20 (imported)

Events

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2025-02-09 17:22:30

expired found date

-

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2025-02-09 17:22:30

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Open Graph

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The BFG

description

image

site name

The BFG

author

updated

2026-02-24 01:04:46

raw text

The BFG The BFG Home The Word Subscribe to feed Shadow Stains September 1, 2011 in Poem | 2 comments I walked by the park where our past is, with bent grass where it seemed our shadows stained. Your dress, dancing in the gusts, like gestures, subtle – with flowers sewn-in that seem to float in the winds.  I should have followed them. Instead I traced the outlines of bones and depressions of our fleeting moments piling onto themselves, as if soft and pale carcasses of memories that make us lose touch. So we walk on, slowly, away from this place, our old space. Morning lit (2) March 30, 2011 in Poem | 52 comments Dust is in the sun-beams losing float then wind-dancing. Don’t shut the blinds, your skin is still in the light slivers. There’s a fear here, of microscopes and telescopes put to bare eyes not finding much to make something. Thoughts still grope for dreams put into jars named as stories then shelved where memories lo...

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