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Daily Archives: March 17, 2015
… Too soon, it dawns on her like these eggs, broken before her as an offering: His smile not quite reaching his eyes. The twist of his wrist when he holds her hand. The way her name suddenly sounds sour, … Continue reading
…. They say there’s nothing on our soil that quite captures ………….it, no word that means soul-same in the same number of simple syllables. I like the way it looks like tapioca, but tastes spicy on my tongue, all peppered … Continue reading