Preserve

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Terrific waterfall, Chile

I used to believe
I had been preserved by something.
Now I think I am
the preserving spirit—with my leafy fragrance, sound of wings
in the canopy, blood
draining swiftly from the head
as I look up, neither host nor guest. Exile
speaking for one reason only,
and the reason is love.

Kathy Fagan, from “Forest,” Blackbird (vol. 16, no. 1, Spring 2017)

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Baby panda wants mail.

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Sleepy elephant (I love when it breathes and it’s like a foot away from its head)

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Rex Einmachgläser Preisliste 1914 by altpapiersammler