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trading rocks for pinecones

Tohm Bakelas
Nov 30, 2023
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Menacing clouds mixed

with sundowning smiles,

things are not going so

well. I try trading rocks

for pinecones, but kicking

them just doesn’t feel the

same. Where do you go

when the graveyard is

filled and no one

picks up your

call?



By Tohm Bakelas


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