Tag: transformation

  • dustpan

    dustpan

    you swept me uplike saw dustand instead of dumping me –all my woodenoak shreds – into the waste bin,you put them all together inyour hand andcrunched them,to make them staytogether, of course. from there, you foundan oak tree, and cutoff a branch – not enoughto injure it – and carveda small wooden dollout of it,…

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