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the trees, the grass, the insects, the soil
the night very still before
the wild-pink pig screams, before
it gets killed, before loneliness
is ingrained on a white sheet of paper
crossed out too many times
high in the andes
Poetry and Short Stories by Magdalena Herreshoff
high in the andes 
“…before loneliness is ingrained on a white sheet of paper crossed out too many times.” Beautiful, Magdalena.
Thank you for reading.