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Book Fallen Open

.. I long to spend this day enfolded in your parchment arms, swirled in words and worlds where I have never been. Wish I could dance within your lead -ed rows, dig my toes in to your threaded kernings, yearning … Continue reading

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Cracking Spines Open with Her Bare Hands

. Give her pages. A soft place. A warm cup. And enough. Enough time. Enough brain space. Enough traces of ink on her skin, as her fingers travel. Enough unraveling of her own self to allow her to swallow whole … Continue reading

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