small poems & small plates
Bless the blends of wool she used to make our rugs from. Something about that coatofasheep that comforts, warms, sometimes itches. Go my little being, into the next season!
Bless the blends of wool she used to make our rugs from. Something about that coatofasheep that comforts, warms, sometimes itches. Go my little being, into the next season!
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