The Ryan family was in stochastic
scattered
pines.
I antagonized my brother and he
chased me
around the park.
I turned and heard a tree’s
forehead bark, Mother
Nature’s karmic halberdier.
Two weeks, a month, concuss
ion.
Was it ruination?
A dream cloud b
urst?
Was it there
or
there
or
there?
Was
I?
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