small poems & small plates
lovingly gifts in the middle of it all--the billions of years come flying back on such an evening you describe. blessings be damned, they are the stuff of confection, something i happen to love. walk this way sometime soon?
lovingly gifts in the middle of it all--the billions of years come flying back on such an evening you describe. blessings be damned, they are the stuff of confection, something i happen to love. walk this way sometime soon?
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