bahs-bahs....interconnected roots....
which muds were tracked in on which boots....
who had dallied.... who had dipped...
who had placed a mortal grip
on who and where and how and why....
conjecture-winged starlings fly....
research, spin around and wish...
I hadn't found I'm..... gibberish....
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