(A) how we treated my California orange till it was a cheated glimmer: we rounded its corners, wrapped its wound, set it tilted; till it time-traveled our whole world into the foliage; till it had filed down our two great guests and... we couldn't weather all our tired tree-lined honors
(B) where did our temporary wireless headphone slip off to—after we crowned its hot hot drinks and packed up its bedsheets; and then did it flip through our photos and leave for the mending of its inner child? or did it muscle through our gravest tongues, meeting the outer great great past
(C) inside our avuncular trailer we played gin rummy till we found our innermost froth; we didn't eat the piles of tiles; we watched the centuries ripple our bellies and helped out the tricksters as they wrestled with fate and our thoughts didn't turn out the way we'd hoped but they flowered enough to pass us
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