.Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
âBack when our common cause was alive, and--letâs say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom, children watched as the soldiers marched by, all the birds fell like frogs from the sky, prostrate in the streets every crescent moon, lonesome offsprin.
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