You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.
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One night, in the mid-1920s, British botanist Arthur Tansley dreamt of murdering his wife.
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You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.
Read MoreOne night, in the mid-1920s, British botanist Arthur Tansley dreamt of murdering his wife.
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