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Out here, there are things there are no words for. Fleeting images that find fissures in the brain, and fossilize there.
THE
FIELD
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FOUND ART
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FUR AND FEATHER
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FUR AND FEATHER
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WATER
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IOWA
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LATE SEASON
This is a Buckeye Tree Production
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