a few grapes linger. Or perhaps an eager hand who carries a familiar face has left just a few for you. Akin to a poem with mostly cross-outs. Always, always look for glacier blue.
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Showing posts with label twigs. Show all posts
Thursday, March 29, 2018
When the twig leaves the vine
a few grapes linger. Or perhaps an eager hand who carries a familiar face has left just a few for you. Akin to a poem with mostly cross-outs. Always, always look for glacier blue.
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