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the logger’s yew whether the doctors or the loggers it was kept in the family while the land around it was culled the daughters would climb while the boys hacked to the green inside alive and standing, resolute as the only place to hide the last wedding held under it’s boughs ended with a knuckle and a hymn garlinds and ropes alike had been tied and drapped from it’s limbs only the logger made it to the top before the doctor tried to cut it down the last standoff held under it’s boughs ended with a crash heard through town but it wasn’t the tree beling felled it was metal crashing against bone and the logger wept on his knees while the doctor slipped on home whether the doctors or the loggers it was kept in the family while the land around it was culled while the hillside parted way with the yew the valley held like the doctor separated from body as his soul was shelled it’s not the brother that’s gone it’s the fields that’ve been salted the years flew by and stifled the roots that had parted the logger tried to keep company to the greenery that crept away and the property became the same hospice the doctor would’ve made he tried as hard as he could but in the end he left all the same and the logger was buried back into the soil from where he came whether the doctors or the loggers it was kept in the family while the land around it was culled if you pick the right dirt road you’ll find it and see the graves below
"Я мечтала о любви, но меня также манили свобода и приключения, и эти желания боролись подобно двум борцам сумо в додзё моей души. Их борьба угрожала со временем отправить меня в нокаут, превратив в грустную женщину типа Бриджет Джонс, которая мне, кстати, совершенно не нравится – и как личность, и как архетип. "
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Некоторые люди, когда им грустно, не любят расспросов; иногда они сами всё выкладывают, а бывает, молчат месяцами.
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