Thursday, August 6, 2015

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of morning
light.  Kinetic beauty
& everything a poem
wishes. The same
with food.


1 comment:

  1. INTIMACY cp 347

    She lamented that all her work around the house was undone by us in a matter of minutes, and she just had to keep doing the same things over and over again, and wished she had stayed on the beach, watching the water.

    para2'76

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