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Ineducable Me.

“On the way home we lost our way. My mother was worried.

‘We must get home,’ she said. ‘We do not want to meet the old Dark Frog.’

‘Who is that?’ I asked.

‘A terrible ghost,’ said my father. ‘He comes out at night and eats little frog children for supper.' ” --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Furious winds in Patagonia.

"snow
even the gods
this flower-like human heart"

--@poemexe.com

Brimstone Flowers.