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Friday, February 18, 2011

Czar of the Tannery

Here. And the flags blow every which way.
Smoked buckskin burns the nose and feet.
Scrape, heat, Oak and Mangrove.

Tannin, dye, dark honey, die.
Posted by SarahJames* at Friday, February 18, 2011

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