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"you may see nothing here only an empty room, but in these timber baseboards, I see a forest bewitched, an impossible forest that cannot exist, so we could never sit up late plotting our crossing through it - and yet, on a branch within, an owl is peering up, his curved beak hushed, cursed his shrill eyes disguised now by twin brown knots in the wood, in the woods, and that gaze of his how he seems to say I see through you I do, I see through you." #Poetry #Bookstodon