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.. The breeze is caught, a distant hymn. The moon she’s got is growing dim. She pulls the shade and so it goes – her heart a glade where river flows. He’s hidden lies under each stone, but her silence … Continue reading
. Please, Give me a verb list and a wrist bent to page, a slight spil -led rage or some joy that won’t stifle. Hand me that quill and a will and a way and about a day and a … Continue reading
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