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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>entities of days long past</b></p>
<p>published: 10-17-2015</p>
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<p>lawn mowers bringing their judgement upon the unruly grasses of the lawn outside<br />
the one baseball game of the week drawing out in the evening<br />
a group of naïve and untouched children screaming somewhere at the park<br />
the faint blowing sound that precedes a gasp of relief inside<br />
the slosh of the neighbors pool finally being put to use after three years</p>
<p>female adolescent chatter about the plant of the season being pervasive<br />
“spoopyness” and eagerness over a month signifying a whole single night<br />
crackdowns in school and people complaining about the heavy workload<br />
the yell of the voices of children asking for a whole three days worth of stomachaches</p>
<p>declarations of a joyful three months<br />
the tingle of the walls that signify that the heater is working<br />
a silent drop of a single unhinged ornament in the wee hours of midnight<br />
the warm feeling of being loved and being together, if even for a moment<br />
a vague uneasy feeling in the pit of stomachs over the reapings of this year<br />
the familys anguish of learning that a beloved family member does not share their faith<br />
some stomachs growling over the anticipated dinner that their grandmother made</p>
<p>little kids screaming yet again over the thawing ground<br />
the silent dripping of snowman blood into the storm gutter<br />
the wastes of two seasons ago being found at last in a muted crinkle<br />
everything previously thought dead and never to return blooming once again<br />
and the vague feeling that this may be a fresh start for you as well</p>
<p>mere entities of days long past<br />
each with their opportunity to haunt the earth once again</p>
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