black bear sighting don’t speak the lord’s name in vain where the fungi can hear us i carry ice cubes across the yard for the orchids from my boy -friend but often wish i could do more for the amanita mushrooms off the abandoned two -track near the bird sanctuary destroying angels that’s what dad’s old friend Ralph Munch called them their gills free white for impurities to easily trickle in onion sack taut […]
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