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Ringed Round by Green

Posted on April 20, 2019 by

“If I could strip a sunflower bare to its bare soul, I would rebuild it: Green inside of green, ringed round by green. There’d be nothing but new flowers anymore. Absolute Christmas.” Donald Revell’s poem of never-ending green, the “furnace … Continue reading →

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