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outdoor reading
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outdoor reading
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7.17.2026
bird poop
The poet who organized the reading got to the outdoor venue early and began wiping down seats soiled by catbirds.
5.26.2019
poetic setting
It didn’t matter how good the poetry was, because I was listening to poetry sitting in the shade of a tree tousled by the breeze.
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