long, bending branches
cradle birds and squirrels
once we lived up there
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long, bending branches
cradle birds and squirrels
once we lived up there
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Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
Bruce Jewett: primatologist with pen wistful only squirrels and birds have his old perch.
Heck, we were all hanging out on the branches during the apes of wrath days.
Will steal Apes of Wrath, MonSewer SteinBruce.