YOU ARE READING edge of the garden Poetry outside of eden storing the planet? 273 34 45 by hughena by hughena Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story let me be the tiny insect stuck in the amber of time, not a seed of the earth banked cold in a vault, not an egg frozen in a vial let me be I am not the one on trial