The squirrel slowly moved his squirrel
arms to his side as he cautiously watched
me walk past.
He only worries about survival.
Me, too.
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- 22/30: to the Field Museum
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- 11/30: a study of cinquain
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- 9/30: The Great Birth: a myth condensed.
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