the unreconciled fact of life huh?

And still, beneath it all,
the orchard hums.
I am a thing growing — 
split, sweet, and bitter.
The Orchard of My Bones
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Ani Eldritch
John E Marks
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Jan 18, 2025
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the unreconciled fact of life huh?
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Written by John E Marks1.1K Followers
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Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T. S. Eliot
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