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“The Green Underwood Of My Earth”.

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I had always imagined living in the green underwood of a gentle, dark canopy. In the green shrubs of the meadows, it would ooze with mould-coloured juice; and the sunflowers would be nestling in the nettle beds for another night, a dark, navy black night where the moon would hang over the earth like a looming eclipse.




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