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Sketching the sky on the legs of my favorite jeans

..   My hands are quiet birds held at bay, softer songs than those worth singing. I count sheep, wishing stars, dandelion kites, a world of wrongs. Erase them all. Press gifts to heart, name them one by one. Sometimes, … Continue reading

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