and outside looking inward
Very much what the ripe does seasonally. Very much what a poem wishes for itself, too. The kitty is the arbiter of truth.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Inside looking outward
Very much what the ripe does seasonally. Very much what a poem wishes for itself, too. The kitty is the arbiter of truth.
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