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Daily Archives: November 29, 2019
She’s smallish and smiling behind one shy hand and she just might be standing under a wise old tree. She’s three white sheets to the wind and tangled in breeze, treasoned by the whispers of a shadow’s scoff. She’s wandered … Continue reading
, because every day carries at least one small storm. .. In November, we poem.