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Gedney Market felt like a new man. Even his walk was lighter, bouncier, more self-confident. As he strode down Lexington Avenue. . .
my man was committed
to an asylum as a child
wild thing fungal
thought. . .
It sounds like someone wound up the wrens
and let them go, let them chatter across your lawn
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